Friday, September 5, 2008
Here's one of my favorite opening lines from her short story called, Our Lady of Peace.
"The chrome-topped vending machine in the Baltimore Travel Plaza flashed Chips! Chips! Chips! but no one could have known it was broken unless they'd been there for a long time, like Lynnea, having just escaped lackluster Kentucky, waiting for a taxi, watching a pale, chain-smoking white girl whose life seemed to have been brought to a grinding halt by an inability to obtain Fritos."
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