Want like a small dirty creature, waiting all the years of her marriage for a sign. Patrick was not the sign; she herself was, her own blue dress, her tiny waist, her small, round breasts. And her want was not for dogged faithfulness-and not even for love-but for unfamiliar flesh, for bone against her own bone. T
( Jan Ellison )
[ A Small Indiscretion ]
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