'Pope' Clifton

Ever After
"It is hard to tell, with him, whether to laugh or cry. Sometimes he stumbles in at dawn, dripping Turkish cigarettes. Other times he drapes our home with hanging lamps, and may or may not persuade a battered gramophone to play. Those nights, we sample food, and then each other, in the glittering gloom of the night. [This might be considered a victory. But the House is no place for lovers.]"

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