Context-Free Excerpt From Intriguing Coming-of-Age Memoir
Take that, Liz Gilbert:
One day, many years later — I was now a wife and mother myself, on a visit to see my children’s grandmother at her house in Provence — a bandy-legged, wizened, thieving old man in a rusty truck stole my parking spot in the village. “Fuck you,” I said, before realizing that, in fact, I already had.
(Gully Wells, The House in France)