From Book 1: I Hang These Words in Flesh

            “You know, Geoff, if you really hate the idea of living with your folks,” Roger commented, “you could get a place of your own, around here. You’d have plenty of company. We’re all trying to escape our families.”             “That’s for sure,” murmured Justine.             I mulled this over as we passed a smallContinue reading “From Book 1: I Hang These Words in Flesh”

Excerpt from Book 1: Meeting Justine

            We ended up in Louis’s small, squalid apartment somewhere on the rue Blomet in a seedy little quarter far from the fashionable districts. Louis gave Roger no money but shared with us bread, cheese, and wine, and allowed us to play with his canvas and paints. While stuffing ourselves and passing around the wineContinue reading “Excerpt from Book 1: Meeting Justine”