"Sunday morning: cease-fire time in the city. Cars moved slowly and stopped at red lights. Squares rose early, played with their children, read the paper, went to church. Whores and criminals slept late."
The Sweet Forever, George Pelecanos
I mentioned in a previous post that I would come back to The Sweet Forever on Vraie Fiction. I thought I would quote something from the novel, there are so many great, haunting lines in it, but we are Sunday and this one struck me as so very true. So I have decided to put this one here.
Solidaires... à eux-mêmes!
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