Jun 7, 2018
We do our work in the evening. She writes, I read. This is the new normal. And an offense to God. In another life, maybe we could've been colleagues. And in this one, we're heretics. I was already on the naughty list. An adulteress, a "fallen woman," as Aunt Lydia used to say. But this is new territory for Serena, I think. How does she feel about falling? She seems pretty fucking happy.