Attic Dance
The door being locked, Louise knocked in a loud insolent manner.
The door being locked, Louise knocked in a loud insolent manner.
“So what novel, pray tell, are we at now?” Amanda, her best friend from High School and fellow abdicator asked as she plunked down into the wide and roomy leather booth of their favorite restaurant. Amanda’s wine glass sloshed dangerously about the crystal rim of her long-stemmed goblet. Amanda retained her strict adherence to the atheistic-borderline-agnostic-church-for-her-mother’s-sake, so took every opportunity to harass her friend on her ‘weakness, ’ i.e. the return to the Church.
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