Chapter 48 sand waves in your lips

“Come with me, Serena.”

Serena and Djuna went up to her studio, where they could still hear

the drumming.

As if to silence it, Djuna placed a record in her phonograph.

“Serena…” But no words came as one of Beethoven’s Quartets

began to tell Serena, as Djuna could not, of what they both knew...

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