171317 and how about it, he said, directing her gaze down the long road of the irrevocable life choice to which she was about to commit. is that how you see yourself? is that where you want to end up? living in a suburban townhouse and eating meat and two for the rest of your godforsaken life? she just looked at him, at the bridge of his nose, at the crook of his finger, at the disbelief, the indignation, the moral and intellectual certainty. she couldn't think of anything to say. (2014)