Status Updates From Linda Menina

Our professors were never the hot young people that students in movies had affairs with. Instead, they smelled of salami and old dust and possessed the aura of an orthopedic shoe-something that was undeniably good for you and served a purpose, but nothing you wanted to flirt with.

He smiled in a way that made me want to strip naked, right there. But he was all manners, trying to show me the architect who had commissioned him, the lady with the gray hair "over there." He pointed at a table with three women, all of them identically nondescript and gray-haired in such a consistently German and organic-produce-only way that it was impossible to discern Gabriela von Ascheberg, but I nodded.

reflection of her mother in a way—revealed more of how youthful nila is