From the first story “You Look Like You Do”
It was there, late into the party, after the birthday cake had been served, after she’d drunk a good deal of red wine and taken too many hits from the joints that floated by her, that the husband told Sabina that he and his wife had been thinking about her, that they’d both been thinking about her since that first night they’d met her a few weeks back. “When we’re making love,” he said, “we think about you all the time,” and he leaned close to her then and asked would she stay after everyone else had left.
“Why are you thinking about me?” She laughed, tilting her head over to the wife. The wife was talking with another woman near a table arrayed in empty wine bottles. Both women swayed to the party music. Marley, the wife, was young, not yet even thirty, with long, honey hair and a body so slender that sometimes, like this night, she looked like a teenager, a Dutch au pair, instead of the mother of twin girls who had fallen asleep in their double stroller and, like angels, stayed asleep even when the music was cranked and the guests danced.
– Make Me Do Things, Victoria Redel, Four Way Books