They were different colors: the right one blue, the left green. And her face in the light of the candle on the table startled me at first, just as it had in the icy night air. After seeing it on the street, I was afraid I had only imagined it: a stil...
We were on Barrow Street now. "Who is the man with the scar?" I said. She shot me a glance, and her face hardened. "You saw him?" "How could I miss? He was the real center of attention. Didn't you go to the opening at all?" "No" She said. "And just b...