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Bunny wanted to ask how this woman had gotten her job. She had been strategizing with Francis about this during their long vacation, which had started with a flight to Seattle and a rental car and moved into a slow trip through the rainforests of the Washington coast, down through Oregon and into t…

Francis made it into the shower and out the door at 2:28, the bag containing his tuxedo and shoes remembered by Bunny pressed into his arms as he left. She returned to her place in front of the mirror, her brushes and products before her. She had gotten a blowout that morning in a salon she found o…

“Houston is cool,” Sofie said, looking around. “I was not expecting this. It has so many parks and bars and things.” Bunny also felt that Houston was cool, although she knew she did not have any meaningful connection to the cool part, the bars where people had gorgeous tattoos and wore crop tops an…

expelled plumes of what looked like steam into the crisp December air, a respite after the somnolent heat of fall.

Bunny thought of Konrad and her drunken night on the beach; he had talked about Libya. She thought of Sofie’s jeremiad. She could never have shown her this document. Bunny understood, logically, that Sofie was right about everything. But it was impossible to reconcile Sofie’s prognostications with …