“He felt swarmed by detail: her look, her hair, her body, those sheets, that French toast, the memory of that formal tea tray and naked Holly pouring tea into his flowered cup. He badly needed a change of context. He needed to get Holly on his turf, if only for a little while. He wanted to see Holly feel strange in his apartment… The sight of Holly sitting in his chair would put the cap on the reality of her, once and for all.” —Laurie Colwin, Happy All the Time

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