The Villa

by Rachel Hawkins

She had forgotten, as we all do, that beautiful things can contain their own darkness.

Now, you can either accept that or you can decide that this kind of thing is a deal breaker for you, but what you can’t do is keep getting upset over the same thing. She’s never gonna not do this kind of shit.”

The wine that had tasted like peaches and honey on my tongue last night tastes like furry garbage this morning,