“The moment we pulled up in front of her apartment she had the door open. She turned to me with the long, elegant, mournful face of her Puritan ancestors and held out her hand. 'It's been fun,' she said. 'Yes,'… — T. C. Boyle Copy Share Image
“The moment we pulled up in front of her apartment she had the door open. She turned to me with the long, elegant, mournful… — T. C. Boyle Copy Share Image
“I SHALL WIN!" She exclaimed. "You'll see! When the smoke of battle clears away I shall be a rainbow again--and, undying name--an altar of… — T. C. Boyle Copy Share Image
