Unapparent Wounds: Gloria Nagy
Unapparent Wounds
A Beverly Hills Fable
Once there was a candy-counter City of Limitless options, where it was possible (if one was driven and romantic enough) to synthetically sweeten all values indefinitely. One day, a nice, sturdy midwestern couple arrived in this land unprepared, and disturbing things began to happen.
They were young and snug. Married since high school and without experience in the world of Mercedes and Movie Stars; she with her short basic brown perm, harlequin glasses, touch of pearlized pink lipstick and sensible shoes. He, about the same, with the absence of lipstick and the addition of horn-rims. He wanted to be a writer. She wanted to have children.
They did not smoke, and drank (only on special occasions) things concocted of tropical punch and rye with whipping cream. A nice, normal, ground-footed young couple.
