WHITE WEDDING 2: The Sitting. A quiet love letter.
The paint on the picture finally dried up.
I woke her up.
I asked her… “What where you two talking about anyway?”
“I know exactly what we are talking about…” She giggled.
“That’s when I decided to start La Petite Mort”.
All I remembered from that wedding was picking her up passed out in front of Le-Bain.
She threw up and the next day had a tax ID number.