When the light at Vernon turned green, we stepped into the street and George grabbed my hand and the ghosts of our younger selves crossed with us.
— Aimee Bender
The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake
© Spoligo | 2025 All rights reserved
When the light at Vernon turned green, we stepped into the street and George grabbed my hand and the ghosts of our younger selves crossed with us.
— Aimee Bender
The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake
© Spoligo | 2025 All rights reserved