Throwing words.
My dad calls, asking me what book I'm bringing on the train ride tomorrow. "Fitzgerald," I tell him.
He begins to hedge his bets, couching his comments on it, being polite -
"Penelope Fitzgerald," I correct him, laughing at the literary deep cut.
He begins to hedge his bets, couching his comments on it, being polite -
"Penelope Fitzgerald," I correct him, laughing at the literary deep cut.
