Mother makes us.”“I abhor alcohol.” Cordelia winks at Louise as she picks stray feathers out of the couch cushions.
” Louise is caught off guard by the question.“Not a lot.”“Don’t lie to me.”“What?
They drink and Lavinia tells Louise about all the places they will go together, when they finish their stories, when they are both great writers-to Paris and to Rome and to Trieste... She currently works for Vox as their Religion Correspondent, lives in New York, and divides her time between the Upper East Side and Tbilisi, Georgia. Like they happen to me.”Lavinia does Louise’s hair. Louise does.“Pose.”Louise doesn’t know how.“Oh, please.” Lavinia waves the phone.
After a chance encounter, the two spiral into an intimate, intense, and possibly toxic friendship. Ripley for the digital age, this seductive story takes a classic tale of obsession and makes it irresistibly new. “They probably just thought it was trash.” She puckers her lips. Anyway, I wanted to put my mouth right there on the sidewalk on somebody’s chewed gum and say, like, thank you, God, for making the world make sense today.”Lavinia puts powder on Louise’s cheeks. ”Lavinia shoves the lace in Louise’s face.“You could fall in love,” says Lavinia, “wearing a dress like that.” Louise inhales.“So you know what I did?
***This excerpt is from an advance uncorrected copy proof*** Copyright © 2018 Tara Isabella Burton THE FIRST PARTY LAVINIA TAKES LOUISE TO, she makes Louise wear one of her dresses. At first she tries to do it, like she’s done her own: savagely and exuberantly tendriled. She roars.“God,” says Lavinia.“You look so beautiful.
Nobody understands what things mean.”Lavinia fiddles with Louise’s collar. Kiss the ground—do Catholics kiss the ground, or is that just sailors? This old woman and I who have never met have these two beautiful, poetic, nights ninety years apart, wearing the exact same dress—oh, Louise, can’t you just smell it?