“ Driving like a man is one of her few foibles. ”
How do you ever hold on to anybody?
~ Elizabeth Wein
She gave a low and delighted chuckle. Her eyes were black as a moonless December night and reflected the electric lights like stars.
Looking up at the stars and smoking in silence.
Oh Julie, wouldn’t I know if you were dead? Wouldn’t I feel it happening, like a jolt of electricity to my heart?
