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David Gilbert Reads “Come Softly to Me”

The New Yorker: The Writer's Voice - New Fiction from The New Yorker

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"'Anxiety Breathed His Stomach

The next morning the sisters got into tremendous trouble, "'cutting their hands like that, and with what kind of knife?'" Their mother so worried, borderline panic, "'so foolish,' she told them. 'But seeing her girls now, mother saw that they were right' "Tarry turned to Gidra, his wife. "'What she say? Happy trials?""'Oh.''"Yawn and Connor restored the butterfly doors to their cocooned state,. "'being careful not to slam them down.'" And, like that, the sisters were gone, replaced by a black slab.

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