“No gloves, coat unzipped—there’s supposed to be freezing rain this afternoon—you would have been encased in ice like a jewel under glass—you were top of your class at Columbia—surely you can think of smarter ways to punish me—close your eyes and dip your head back, good girl—and you’re barely eating—at this point, why even hide from the other saints and Ys? If you’re planning on stopping your own heart, but of course not before you leave some bruises all over your pretty knees first. My pretty knees, by the way, and my heart, the one you want to stop.”
