Absolute Beauty
The velvet of the theater box was a deep, bruised plum, worn smooth by
The Hostel of the Holy Visitation. Geneva, 1994.
The common room smelled of boiled cabbage, floor wax, and the faint, monastic ghost
A Sudden Reckoning
She had been crouching on the pavement for twenty-three minutes. Not because she
The Strangest Look
The pool was not heated. It was a remnant of an old estate, a
Regeneration of Silk and Gaze
The silk had been hanging for four hundred years, preserved in the dry, monastic