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2 years, 9 months ago

the way he held her throat for/pq topic/love

Jesse came out with some guacamole and chips, a fresh drink for me, beers for them. She slid to the ground and he sat. She leaned back against his knees. He held her throat with one fine long-fingered hand, drank his beer with the other.

I will never forget it, the way he held her throat. The tw…

—p.286 A Manual for Cleaning Women: Selected Stories Let Me See You Smile (272) by Lucia Berlin
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2 years, 9 months ago

I told him I would take the case for nothing inspo/characterisation

I told Elena to cancel a meeting and an appointment. He spoke all morning, simply and clearly, about their relationship, about her arrest.

I am a defense attorney. I’m cynical. I am a material person, a greedy man. I told him I would take the case for nothing.

“No. Thank you,” he said. “Just …

—p.274 Let Me See You Smile (272) by Lucia Berlin
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2 years, 9 months ago

she looked wonderful but was in two new groups now

Over lunch Ruth told me that she had started to feel old and in a rut so she had joined a support group. The Merry Pranksters, or M.P., which really stood for Meno Pause. Ruth always said this like it was two words. The group was dedicated to putting more zip into women’s lives. They focused on the…

—p.263 A Love Affair (261) by Lucia Berlin
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2 years, 9 months ago

so what is marriage anyway?

For months Sally and I worked hard trying to analyze our lives, our marriages, our children. She never even drank or smoked like I did.

Her ex-husband is a politician. He stops by almost every day, in a car with two bodyguards, and two escort cars with men in them. Sally is as close to him as I …

—p.260 So Long (252) by Lucia Berlin
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cooking something in a blackened spoon

It was the ghostly setting moon that shone upon us as we made love that night. We lay next to each other then under the wooden revolving fan, hot, sticky. Max’s hand on my wet hair. Thank you, I whispered, to God, I think …
In the mornings when I woke his arms would be around me, his lips against…

—p.259 So Long (252) by Lucia Berlin