Because when you first held her in the hospital and she weighed five pounds and gazed in your eyes and you fell in love, did you ever imagine you would one day think she was an asshole.
But she pictured her Great Aunt Glinda Mueller who collected bells and watched the Weather Network and was obese before it was popular.
He wipes his enormous food-slicked face vigorously with a napkin, and I’ve had a one-night stand with a manatee.
She did not feel like the girl with the one blue hand. She felt like the girl with the single black heart. She felt adopted.
June stared at a swath of discarded bacon on the floor and thought about blackness. Randy was colour. The balloon house from Up. Skittles. South America. He didn’t even own black socks.
A typical October day in Halifax: bare and wet, grey and swollen, the storm drains leaf-blocked and foaming, the pigeons distended and mumbling.