Looking back, I can recount— although perhaps, at times, incompletely, and often, I admit, sensationally—— a brief episode between my four-year-old self and a close childhood friend: a young girl named Mary, similarly diminished in age and stature, a miniature co-star, with whom I shared an afternoon that I will always remember.
It was completely dark when they got back to the hotel. The night was warm and the windows wide open. “I’ve decided to give you up,” she said. “Husband?” There was a short silence. “No. He’s out of town.” “Well, … Read More