The New Yorker: The Writer's Voice - New Fiction from The New Yorker Folgen

Take back your mink, take back your pearls. But you don’t sing that song, it’s not in your key. Let some other girl sing it.The type who gets a smile from a cop even if she’s crossing Broadway in her oldest Terylene housedress. You don’t have that luxury.  Learn about your ad choices: dovetail.prx.org/ad-choices

Lotte said, “I have not told Alana or Minnie that I’ve died. I thought awhile before telling Sam, but he was fine. He was really very good about it, my poor Sam.” Learn about your ad choices: dovetail.prx.org/ad-choices

Kirsten’s commute is when she really focusses on whether she has the power to destroy Lucy Headrick’s life. Yes, the question hums in the background at other moments, like when Kirsten is at the grocery store and sees a cooking magazine with Lucy on the cover—it’s just so fucking weird how famous Lucy is—but it’s in the car that Kirsten thinks through, in a realistic way, which steps she’d take.  Learn about your ad choices: dovetail.prx.org/ad-choices