“You look like you’ve been through shit.” I was on her threshold and she was holding what seemed to be a cup of jasmine tea when I knocked.
I brushed my snowy shoes on her rags as Beta Geneva swiped the door open. “I was. In fact, I—” But then...
“You look like you’ve been through shit.” I was on her threshold and she was holding what seemed to be a cup of jasmine tea when I knocked.
I brushed my snowy shoes on her rags as Beta Geneva swiped the door open. “I was. In fact, I—” But then...