The Lost Order
I had not always been a daylight ghost, a layabout, a housewife, a person foiled by the challenge of getting dressed and someone who considered eating less…
"How long?" "Thirty minutes?" He hangs up. Now she's wronging a hungry man—she can't call back because he's Unavailable. Galchen's narrator has lost track of whether it was the lemon chicken or the garlic. Wanting and not wanting. Which tap is hot and which is cold.