Near the end of my acting gig, my Frederick’s of Hollywood maribou slippers faltered. They could practically touch the finish line, one mere show’s worth of clomping away.
When I picked up the
The dress was in my periphery for a lifetime before I searched for it, before I found and bought and wore it like an explanation.
I wanted to tell her to fuck off, but I didn’t know the term yet. “Okay,” I said. It was the blandest, safest response to something I knew in my marrow there was no escaping.
We were halfway through our second-date dinner when I realized that my shirt was on backwards.
“Oh,” said Tom, a flat thud to my confession. “I didn’t notice.”
I watched him chew, staring
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