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The White Hart Inn
Lucas was finishing a degree at the San Francisco Conservatory of Music, biding time; they were going to move to L.A. soon and get a place together. The quilt on the bed was made of goose feathers; there was a vase of fresh lilies on an antique vanity. The day after, for example, she wanted to jump...
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Published in: | Ploughshares 2006-09, Vol.32 (2/3), p.146-160 |
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Language: | English |
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Summary: | Lucas was finishing a degree at the San Francisco Conservatory of Music, biding time; they were going to move to L.A. soon and get a place together. The quilt on the bed was made of goose feathers; there was a vase of fresh lilies on an antique vanity. The day after, for example, she wanted to jump off a bridge, or take into each hand a downed high-voltage wire. A month later, in her small bathroom back in California, the pregnancy test stick in her hand, sitting down to pee-she placed her hand to her heart and held her breath. |
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ISSN: | 0048-4474 2162-0903 |