Future Home of the Living God
Louise Erdrich
“Hide the liquor. All I have to do is fit the bottles and the ammunition into the walls of the house, wherever I’ve added the insulation.”
“Hide the liquor. All I have to do is fit the bottles and the ammunition into the walls of the house, wherever I’ve added the insulation.”
“I don’t remember much of how it all began. I remember flashes: windows flung wide in our apartment, a stuffy summer afternoon, manic frogs from the Vuka.”
"I tore the tattoo out of my uncle’s picture and lent it to my friends one left cross at a time."