Adelaide

by Genevieve Wheeler

She had fallen in love the same way one slips at the grocery store, despite the CAUTION: WET signs lining any given aisle—quickly, accidentally, and fully aware of the mess into which she was getting herself.

Traumatic bonding, they’d joke. It wasn’t really that funny.)

Adelaide put on an oversize sweater and a pair of white knee socks (no pants, she was too sad for pants).