The Other Typist

by Suzanne Rindell

can only say we are all susceptible to blind spots when exposed to the right dazzling flash.

The thing about rules is that when you break one, it is only a matter of time before you break more, and the severe architecture that once protected you is destined to come crashing down about your ears. I can only say I did it for the love of her, though the doctor I am seeing now hardly accepts that answer.

You see, I didn’t know then what I know now, which is this: Only the very rich and the very poor enjoy sex with a careless, indifferent abandon.

The most objectionable people are often the ones with whom you have the most in common.

is interesting to me how technology has in many ways facilitated and refined the practice of deception.

But I never minded coming home early with Odalie at my side.

believe, with all my heart, the generations before us knew a type of loyalty in love that our modern society does not understand at all.

But that’s the funny thing about treasure—we assume everyone wants what we hold most dear.

But perhaps the greatest injustice, the one that offends me the most, is the fact Odalie will never understand how much I loved her.

A person simply cannot see what they are not looking to see,

But devotion is a word whose definition reaches a depth that threatens to swamp this current generation.

The heart is a funny organ, with such stubborn biases.