Status Updates From El árbol de las mentiras

“Familiarity had done its usual work, picking off the gilded paint on scratch at a time. Faith had started to feel like a rag doll, snatched up and cast down according to the whims of an impatient child with an uncertain temper.”

“[she] had seemed like a being from another world, warm, merry, beautiful, and untouchable, a sun nymph with a keen sense of fashion.”

“A pretty woman’s faith in others’ helpless chivalry.”