“This one, I guess," he says. I look over at the counter, he is looking back at me. He is holding a riding crop: "I'd like to try it out." There is a peculiar shift: from one second to the… — Elizabeth McNeill Copy Share Image
“So it went, a step at a time. And since we saw each other every night; since each increment of change was unspectacular in… — Elizabeth McNeill Copy Share Image
“This one, I guess," he says. I look over at the counter, he is looking back at me. He is holding a riding crop:… — Elizabeth McNeill Copy Share Image
