how to win the lottery s6e3 – sunburn by laura lippman
“he looks into his own drink and says out loud, as if to himself: ‘what kind of an asshole orders red wine in a tavern in belleville, delaware?'”
“he looks into his own drink and says out loud, as if to himself: ‘what kind of an asshole orders red wine in a tavern in belleville, delaware?'”
“we have all the spanish supermarkets now, and the school district started those english programs. i know some people here think we’re trying to take over, but we just want to be a part of it. we want to have our stake. this is our home, too.”
“because when he gets high he develops a powerful obsession with having nobody—not even the neurochemical cadre—know he’s high. this obsession is almost irresistible in its force. the amount of organization and toiletry-lugging he has to do to get secretly high in front of a subterranean outtake vent in the pre-supper gap would make a lesser man quail.”
“in the distance, she heard her husband in the backyard call for her, but she was not that woman anymore, that mother and wife. she was nightbitch, and she was fucking amazing. it seemed she had been waiting for this for a very, very long time.”