So, can it really be…? No! It seems I was wrong to suspect Shuki. I don’t want to risk suspecting Asher wrongly too
“First things first,” Ari said, reaching for a bag I’d just noticed. He pulled out a flattish square orange box printed with a bold H. No. He didn’t really buy me a Hermes scarf
She might always be that weird girl who has fallen from a distant star who doesn’t know half of the endless rules
“It was a crazy idea. I’d decided I’d prove that I’m an actress. But I’m not. I’ve never been one, and, what’s more, I never had any desire to be one. So what, exactly, did I think I could prove?”
“I have called you here today to read to you a letter written by the owner of this company, a man by the name of Mr. Irving Greenbaum”
It was one o’clock now, I hadn’t cleaned up from Shabbos at all, I was just sitting on the bathroom floor — not crying, just alone
