One of my favorite stories ended with this sentence:
Her only daughter had been turned into a swimming pool.
08 July 2010
I finished the stories on the fourth of July. It felt strange to close the book. I had become accustomed to the mood and setting of the stories. The world was made of 3 suburbs, the island of Manhattan, a portion of Italy, the summer areas of New England, the city of Yalta, and one long boulevard in St. Petersburg. And it was peopled by high-strung homemakers, divorced travelers, glum brothers, and a famous old poet who is overwhelmed by an urge to write dirty limericks and pornographic stories.
One of my favorite stories ended with this sentence:
Her only daughter had been turned into a swimming pool.
One of my favorite stories ended with this sentence:
Her only daughter had been turned into a swimming pool.
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