The Familiar

by Leigh Bardugo

vertigo overcame him and he vomited the plump half-chewed bodies of brandied cherries all over the nuptial linen that Valentina had embroidered with her own hands over a period of many weeks.

Oh thats crazy

But Doña Valentina would never have her in this house, even in the dark, hot, windowless kitchen, if she detected a whiff of Jew.

Oh shit

“There are worse things for a woman than being alone.”

Preach

But she’d gotten too good at being unseen.