Diane Williams, 29 July 2021
Oh, I had my worm’s eye view of him when I was down on the carpet to pick up my ink pen that had slipped off of my lap when I stood. I saw the canopy of his jaw, his jawbones.
God … will I never know if I make things better for Victor?
I would need to go along with him and there was no denying he was piqued, and I was putting up resistance. He wanted to show me...