Joyce Carol Oates: Night. Sleep. Death. The Stars.
“Definitely Mom isn’t herself. Daddy would scarcely recognize her. He’d had made her color her hair. He wouldn’t have wanted a wife that look her age. He’d be just sickened by this Hugo, looking like Che Guevara. Daddy hated communists. If we were a mafia family, we’d know what to do. We wouldn’t be wringing … Jatka artikkelin Joyce Carol Oates: Night. Sleep. Death. The Stars. lukemista
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