Friday, July 12, 2013

Of Dust and Butterfly

"At Wolcott’s elbow was Vinh―my uncle―then Faye, his Vietnamese wife. Uncle Vinh was
Wolcott’s deputy assistant secretary. Uncle wore a black bow tie and a white shirt with a
black suit. He didn’t wear a vest. I had never seen him wear one. His arm was around Faye’s
waist. I wanted to close my eyes and imagine it was my arm looped around her torso. I
found myself mentally tracing the curve of her bare shoulders, so stunningly white in her long, black velvet dress. She brought her hand up to touch her off-shoulder satin bow, and her smile melted my heart."

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