Cymbalist Abstain: they lie next to each other in bed. cold butter colored blankets in...
they lie next to each other in bed. cold butter colored blankets in afternoon sun.
do you want to see them now, she asks. okay, he says, if you don’t mind, I don’t want to pressure you or anything. he props himself up on one narrow elbow, staring into a face that he doesn’t understand. blue…
