All tagged KJ

It was not scary, just sharp and insistent and a haunting. It rat-a-tat-tatted, too, like a little snare drum staccato or the sound of someone (or maybe an owl) with a profound stutter.

The mess of my life—in the aftermath of a unamiable divorce, a painfully crazy rebound boyfriend, and a really short haircut that made me look like a nun doing penance—must have been obvious as Eduardo asked if he could share a table with me.