We always worry about the wrong things, don't we?

“The vestibule door opens onto a June morning so fine and scrubbed Classira paus…”

“Venture too far for love, she tells herself, and you renounce citizenship in th…”

“She pauses several treads from the bottom, listening, waiting; she is again pos…”

“There are times when you don't belong and you think you're going to kill yourse…”