She loved mysteries so much that she became one.
Physical space between us evaporates. We play the broken strings of our instruments one last time
As we walked, I kept taking glances at her through the crowd, quick snapshots: a photographic series entitled Perfection Stands Still While Mortals Walk Past.
My heart is really pounding, I said.That's how you know you're having fun, Margo said.
To find Margo Roth Spiegelman, you must become Margo Roth Spiegelman. And I had done many of the things she might have done: I had engineered a most unlikely prom coupling. I had quieted the hounds of...
Oh no you didn't, Radar says when I show him why we're laughing. Ben Starling, you better not have bought your token black friend a racist shirt.
Please stop, I said. You're upsetting the black Santas.