Читать книгу The Interrogation - Michael Bazzett - Страница 16

Ithaca

I had that slight burst one gets with the third glass

of wine and decided to walk to sunny Ithaca, white

rock like a tooth through blue water. No stallion land,

but good for goats. Or so I’m told. I excused myself

from the olives & brie and slipped out the side door.