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wandered into this encounter the way you wander into a dark room: with one hand outstretched, feeling your way as you go, unable to see what’s on the walls or how exactly you might get
Men admire each other when they are at their best, but women enjoy meeting each other in pits of despair. Debra had never had another breakdown, not that I knew of, but any
flame. He kissed me and I was awake. He kissed me and I was alive.
small and unimportant as I mostly felt, the egotism of youth hadn’t left me, and I placed myself firmly and squarely at the center of the universe.
We need women. Somewhere along the way the balance shifts and all these boys you pine for now become men who are very afraid of being alone.”
Because I’d finally found what I’d been looking for, my purpose revealed on the leather sofa under the eaves. This is why I’d come here, I thought, as Connelly placed his big hands on me, as I peeled off layers of myself and fed them to him. This had always been the reason.
He held the key to my undoing, and I let him undo everything.
“I don’t know what Russian novel you think you’re in, but you’re just fucking a professor. And not even a tenured one.”
“That’s because you’re a crumb eater, Isabel, and you think you deserve scraps. I can’t wait to see what you do when you realize you deserve a place at the fucking table.”
“That’s right. But the difference between a child and an adult is an adult knows that what she does has consequences.”
“And just remember, later, when you write about all this and say you were the victim, you weren’t. You were never the victim.” Sidney jumped onto the sofa, walked back and forth across
