He doesn't repeat the request, his small eyes, pink like ballet, warn her not make him say anything twice. She removes that day's army of hair pins, the hair elastic. The hair net.Read More
Lloyd was sitting alone at his desk.
"Great matchmaking, thanks," he glared, not inviting his wife to sit. Candice invited herself, sank into Lloyd's corporate sofa, maroon leather with padded seats. The caca sofa, as she and Sara called it.Read More
Bianca would always remember her first kiss with Baldur. To get it, she had religiously observed her grandfather's instructions, given on her sixth birthday:Read More
Once upon a beach there were two boys. The princeling and the fat boy.Read More
Herring was restless. He was expected in Denmark. He was taking over the company, stepping into the shoes of the great, late Harald Magnus Herring. His stupid father Harald, who had plunged off the Langelinie pier and drowned in the gloomy Oresund sea.Read More