she placed a tiny skeleton key between the first and second pages of chapter seven to mark the bell jar. the boy who interrupted the reading was elusive and just charming enough to piss her off.
she goes to bed angry for you are married how can you justify jealousy and justify this? the phrase other woman sends a ping at this moment to the place where her heart was.
she opted for spray instead of heavy oil in the nonstick pan and she turned the gas on before opening the fridge. one egg two eggs three because she hasnt eaten for a while and not even that was enough to pull her out of bed. it was her mother who did.
bang crack on the oven top and a smooth dance plop one by one into the pan. pour milk, stir. cinnamon. nutmeg. salt. pepper and she loves the way amused by the egg mixture that rushes to it when it falls into the volcano. surrounds it moans under the weight and then it's over.
when she's in these moods she leaves one corner crust.
