#reeading

One time he broke into the house on Devoe Street in Brooklyn, removing the screen, scraping himself shimmying through the window. I was in the shower and screamed when he pulled back the curtain. He was ecstatic, overly proud of himself, and I laughed so hard I had to sit down. We didn't talk about us. I stayed in the shower and he watched. Didn't touch me. By dinnertime he was back in San Francisco.

Deciding on a book to read when you don’t have anything new is surprisingly difficult