Trauma-Spiel: Salad Days and Edward St. Aubyn’s At Last
I. Salad Days …without thinking I reached under the grill for a second spatula and pulled my arm back streaked with BBQ sauce. I pulled a folded towel from my back-pocket and wiped away the smear. And the skin on my arm. A waitress shouted an order for two Caesar salads and some Pavlovian part […]