She Announced My Replacement at the Ballet. Then the Curtain Rose on Her Ruin.

travels faster in diamonds.

Celeste refused to leave.

I respected the nerve.

She kept her chin high and her hand looped through Graham’s arm, but her eyes moved constantly.

To the donors.

To the photographers.

To me.

She had come expecting ascension.

Instead, she had discovered stairs.

Patricia Whitmore approached me near the orchid wall.

She wore emeralds and continue reading …