Atmosphere

by Taylor Jenkins Reid

Joan felt like a moth that knew what a flame could do to it.

Joan knew then that Donna was not an idiot. And the Beatles were not nonsense.

“Happiness is so hard to come by. I don’t understand why anyone would begrudge anyone else for managing to find some of it.”

But that’s what was so nice about talking about big, deep things outside at night. You just looked up at the stars.