Excerpt from "Still Champagne"


It was the first day of 1975, and the woman had little comfort left in her heart. She had sworn off all hope of ever bearing a child; the last loss came and went without warning, without fight, without defense. She wandered around the house in her mother’s old nightgown. She cooked and cleaned, and in the clawfoot tub she washed her limbs, treasuring her own creases as if they were an infant’s fat roles...

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