“ Oh no. I split my time between Paris and New York. They're the only places to really live. ”
But writers and their woes: they couldn't be parted. Not for anything.
~ Naomi Wood
Children, Hadley thinks to herself, children are more civilised than this gang on the sauce.
She kissed him but he didn't seem to recognize it.
The hangover: such a cure, she thinks, for overthinking.
