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Jimmy Shive-Overly: Teaching children self-reliance.
Part 3 (/6) of Break Me From This Rule is up. Love this dumb chapter, it’s probably my favorite. Mostly ‘cause of Lindsay Jillian, her amazing face, Saskatoon, oblique mentions of The Secret History, The Brontës, and boots with festive fringe.
Stab. Stab. Move food around. Stab. Stab. The screech of tines drag on the plate, the soundtrack to another two hour lunch. Lindsay sits across the table, talking. That high, staccato squeal providing a familiar, pleasant background to Gretchen’s spectacular hangover.
Lindsay’s lipstick is a dull housewife plum and as she monologues, her lips move in a series of perfectly delineated O shapes.
“—and I told her yeah, I’ll do that, and now I’m stuck. What do you think? Should I sprinkle speed into the cunt’s fondue?” She licks the sugar off of her spoon and leaves the utensil in her mouth. “Wed phthat pheven wawk?”
If any of you know me from New Girl/Veronica Mars only, this is a good section to read on its own. Nothing too explicit other than Lindsay’s feelings about Idris Elba. Mostly just stupid conversations and the value of telling boring, simple truths.
Special thank you to lilamadison11 for talking to me about Los Angeles and bryrosea for listening to me babble about Alabama Moon and other Middle School reads.