Status Updates From The Shutter of Snow

"Perhaps again he would come, whistling in the lather of the early day and kissing her head above the morning. When the gas light had gone off he was standing there laughing and saying that she was to make the biscuits again, round and gold and dropped into the pan."

Love this imagery

Rereading this extraordinary book. This time I feel more of a Stein influence than I did before, though that may be because I have had Stein on my mind and am planning to read that recent bio of her…