
David Gilbert Reads “Come Softly to Me”
The New Yorker: The Writer's Voice - New Fiction from The New Yorker
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"'I Love You Without the Beard,' Lily Said. "'And He's Eating Now?' "
'I can't believe how good Mickey looks,' Lily said as she did her mending. Eleanor had been waiting for this. Separately the two of them had talked to her about Mickey, but they were relatively demure on the phone,. 'Holding a grudge against Mickey was like holding agrudge against the weather.' "'So he moved in with her. No big deal?'"'What else was Eleanor to do?,'" let Ash or Star get sucked into the burden?'
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