As Good As Dead (2015)
“I’d just entered the dim hallway of a squat brick apartment building where I was to meet a rental agent. I heard swearing from the narrow staircase rising in front of me. There, a young woman, her legs coltish in cutoff blue jeans, was kicking at the corner of a fat, navy-blue futon that had gotten wedged into the landing.
“Can I help?” I called.
She turned. Very pretty, even while frowning and wearing her red hair in Pippi Longstocking braids that stuck out comically from either side of her he...ad. Then the frown broke into a dazzling smile that seemed miraculously to confer immediate friendship. “Would you mind?” she called down to me. “I have to get this nasty thing up to the third floor!”
Better and better. A potential friend. I doubted that she was all that much older than I was—I’d turned twenty-one the week before—and the apartment that I’d come to view also was on the third floor.
The next time that I would see Esmé—perfectly made up, dressed in boutique capris, hair all retro Gibson Girl—I initially wouldn’t recognize her, and, then, when I did, I’d feel almost . . .MoreLess
“Can I help?” I called.
She turned. Very pretty, even while frowning and wearing her red hair in Pippi Longstocking braids that stuck out comically from either side of her he...ad. Then the frown broke into a dazzling smile that seemed miraculously to confer immediate friendship. “Would you mind?” she called down to me. “I have to get this nasty thing up to the third floor!”
Better and better. A potential friend. I doubted that she was all that much older than I was—I’d turned twenty-one the week before—and the apartment that I’d come to view also was on the third floor.
The next time that I would see Esmé—perfectly made up, dressed in boutique capris, hair all retro Gibson Girl—I initially wouldn’t recognize her, and, then, when I did, I’d feel almost . . .MoreLess
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