The Painted Drum (Louise Erdrich) – excerpt
“I was not at home very much at all. Don’t you remember?” I’m quiet and at a loss for a moment, then I ask, suddenly shy, “Did you love him?”“Of course.” She is looking down at her hands. “Inordinately, foolishly,” she whispers, then looks up at me. “But that is the way people should be … [Read more…]