One Seems To Hear Words

Yesterday, the unnamed university's hunger project wrapped up; for half an hour, I was a middle-aged woman walking up and down the avenue with a hand truck. The Devil is in the details and, though I was overjoyed to be finished, I would have been happier riding in a litter, holding a cocktail.

Yesterday, the unnamed university’s hunger project wrapped up; for half an hour, I was a middle-aged woman walking up and down the avenue with a hand truck. The Devil is in the details and, though I was overjoyed to be finished, I would have been happier riding in a litter, holding a cocktail.