by John Gosslee
Excerpt from chapter “Migration of Portrait of an Inner Life”
I said, “It’s in the drink or you can have it.” She replied, “Really? really? I can have it?!” I let go of the green bottle with an orange ribbon coming off the maroon waxed top, and she cradled it and smiled. “I’m going to put this on my desk!” she said. I told everyone that the evening was magnificent and walked to my car. The reading at Changing Hands was the best one of the tour because of the hostess’s warmth and I didn’t want to leave.