Red Convertible Ravishment: Delphine’s 1978 Surrender
1978. My director's chair creaks under me. Delphine stands awkward, black summer dress clinging to…
1978. My director's chair creaks under me. Delphine stands awkward, black summer dress clinging to…
The nightclub throbs. Bass pounds my chest. Sweat hangs thick in the air. My white…
That morning, like every damn morning, I slaved in the corner tea-room. July heat choked…