We said we’d co-author a book some day.
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She approached me after the first publishing class. “Holly,” she said, holding out her hand. Her nails painted a glossy beige. Crisp white shirt, dewy skin, bracelets jingling on slender wrists. “I’m in law too,” she said with a wide smile, sticking her finger in her mouth in a mock forced vomit. I mock-sneered back. Laughter.
As we talked, her words bubbled with a sharp wit that belied her soft brown eyes, eyes a half-size too large for her other, more delicate features. She touched my wrist, laughed at something I said. Her loose, easy way, her forthrightness, the sparkle of blush on her cheeks, her laugh, deep and full, it all captivated me.
I learned later it was my necklace that drew her to me. Tiny beads in a double loop set against white cotton. My style, as she would name it.
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A NAME I WOULD KNOW BY SUSANNA SPACE, COMETS BY DON BATES, THREE POINTS OF A TRIANGLE BY KAREN BREMER MASUDA, DOWN WIND BY WILLIAM CRAWFORD, WATERCOLOR BY ROSE SHARON QUIROZ, DALLAS EBOLA SCARE BY STEPHEN PRATHER, MARIANNE BY ISAAC WOFFORD, ON THE BAY BY JONATHAN TROSCLAIR.