Virginity/ Alice Munro
He did not want me to say anything. He took me to bed. Had this been in the cards all along, or was it as much of a surprise to him as it was to me? My state of virginity, at least, did not appear unexpected—he provided a towel, as well as […]
Enough of a Book / Hemingway
If I could have made this enough of a book it would have had everything in it. The Prado, looking like some big American college building, with sprinklers watering the grass early in the bright Madrid summer morning; the bare white mud hills looking across Carabanchel; days on the train in August with […]
