Fates and Furies

by Lauren Groff

Up there rose the ghosts of parties, of themselves when they were younger, too dumb to understand that they were ecstatic.

“Whether the weather be cold, whether the weather be hot, we’ll be together whatever the weather whether we like it or not.”

Dogs, being wordless, can only be mirrors of their humans.

[The noble feel the same strong feelings as the rest of us; the difference is in how they choose to act.]

She’d always hated pregnant ladies. The original Trojan horses, they. Horrible to think that inside a human being there could be a human being.