To Xan’s dark-adapting eye the faceless waiter now looked implausibly young: he seemed about to recommend a glass of milk.
‘I’ll have what you have,’ she said.
All the more reason, then, to order an ocean of blue ruin.
Yellow Dog
To Xan’s dark-adapting eye the faceless waiter now looked implausibly young: he seemed about to recommend a glass of milk.
‘I’ll have what you have,’ she said.
All the more reason, then, to order an ocean of blue ruin.
