“On this we write down our wish: Whatever we want in the whole world. XXX It won’t work as well any other night.”
Picking up the colored chalk that Michele had helped her steal from school, Zoe drew a kind of funny circle on the floor. Nothing is going to happen, she reminded herself…“Open wide the gates of Hell and come forth from the abyss to greet us as your sisters and friends. The bare ground felt good against her naked back. A dream about Zoe. She tried to speak but all that came out was one word: “No.”
But Zoe just smiled, and took the black man by the hand. The worst of the worst.”
Malcolm put his arms around her waist and kissed her ear. Chewing, she tried to remember what had happened last night. The bar had filled up a bit, and some people looked. I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately.
