I write personal essays, reviews, news stories, grocery lists missing items that I really needed, subpar raps that I secretly think are at least mediocre, and tardy slips for late students.
Entering from stage left: a svelte, 5’2’’ young woman resplendent with the archetypal accouterments of a Southern Belle: “Denise, welcome back. How was your summer? I just worked my little tail off interning in daddy’s chambers. Have you ever spent a summer in Richmond? You can fry an egg on a Jaguar!”
With a white collared shirt worn under a canary yellow v-neck sweater, snug blue jeans, and brown-rim coke bottle glasses, we have the trappings of one book-loving anthropomorphic aardvark: Arthur Read.