December 4, 2013

"He was alone in a room with me, he was without his trousers, and he was very, very dead."

The victim of the first big mistake I ever made was a gentleman to whom I had never been properly introduced (and whose name I still do not know) but who was possessed of three singular qualities: he was alone in a room with me, he was without his trousers, and he was very, very dead.

How can you not read on?

Simon Winchester writes about his summer working in a mortuary to earn money for passage to Canada to see his girlfriend.

  My First Mistake 

Posted by Jill Fallon at December 4, 2013 10:20 AM | Permalink