“Get up to turn your chair away from her a few degrees. And look at me. I may be someone else's longed-for phantom. Pour me some more wine; tell me the story; listen: it's a dreary wish to want the… — Elizabeth Hadaway Copy Share Image
“Get up to turn your chair away from her a few degrees. And look at me. I may be someone else's longed-for phantom. Pour… — Elizabeth Hadaway Copy Share Image
“The grapes he foraged set my teeth on edge. I want to hack through their wild vines, dissect this anger. It's a tangle: steep… — Elizabeth Hadaway Copy Share Image
