They say: I have to be honest, seeing that little girl and all that brown skin, for a second it was terrifying. Sometimes you forget people can look like that. No pink anywhere. Except her nails.
I feel what I feel, and I cry in the shower with a beer, but the week before I turned thirty, I felt nothing.
“A smell of burning flesh fills the theatre. I was expecting the smell of blood—its rich, metallic, almost bitter-tasting organic scent.”
“Someday we’d get jobs in Manhattan and have the freedom to do whatever we wanted.”