Guy

GuyWhat can I say about her that isn't cliché? She liked to catch glimpses of her eyes in the rearview mirror. She liked to wear dark-blue sweaters and jeans; she wore socks to bed. She thought she would die like her grandfather, of kidney disease and diabetes.All the rest is average: a pale bedspread, a tabby cat, a spritz of perfume on her throat and wrists, a tendency toward paranoia when it came to other women, a fanaticism for chocolate (dark), an aquiline nose, freckles sprinkled on her sh...