“Dear Gil, Yesterday afternoon I decided to do some clearing. I went through the wardrobes and the chest of drawers in the girls’ room to collect clothes they’d outgrown.”
“When I first imagined what it would be like to go on TV or radio, I pictured the glamour clichés first: tall buildings, busy people, a long-sought grace and knowledge occurring to me as soon as I had a spotlight trained on my face and a boom mike over my head.”
“Dusk had fallen. The heavens were a deep dark blue, and as I trudged up from the subway, teetering a bit in my high heels, I could hear music streaming down West Twelfth Street. The music was floating out of the open windows of Valerie Bettis’s vast townhouse.”
