The Sleeping Doll
“Sandy dabs.”“Sand dabs,” Pell corrected. He was thinking of having a third sandwich.“So, that was my ex,” she continued. “I never see him or hear from him. Thank God.”She’d just given him the details of the husband — an accountant and businessman and a wimpy little guy, believe it or not — who’d put her in the hospital twice with internal injuries, once with a broken arm. He screamed at her when she forgot to iron the sheets, when she didn’t get pregnant after only one month of trying, when the... Lakers lost. He told her that her tits were like a boy’s, which is why he couldn’t get it up. He told her in front of his friends that she’d “look okay” if she got her nose fixed.A petty man, Pell thought, one controlled by everything except himself.Then he heard the further installments of the soap opera: the boyfriends after the divorce. They seemed like him, bad boys. But Pell Lite, he thought. One was a petty thief who lived in Laguna, between L.A. and San Diego.MoreLess
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