“I’m not your woman yet. Have you no shame? It’s broad daylight. People might see.” “They will see you are my woman.” “They’ll see my drawers, that’s what they’ll see!” He abandoned his hold on her skirt to run his… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Today I speak to my bones as I would speak to a dog. I want to go up the stairs, I tell them. Up, up, up, with one leg dragging. Is the ache deep in the bones, this elusive pain?… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
