She sleeps like a dead weight now beside me, lowered into the night, the ropes of the day swaying around her. We know nothing about each other really. She does not know how often my ex-lover visits me ... [+]
Susan Norman's story, "The Blue Lady," was written for Hotel des Arts, located in Saigon, as part of the Bedtime Story Project, a collaboration between Short Edition and MGallery Hotels. To find out more about Susan and this project, visit https://mgallery.short-edition.com/
Melody jostled a dust-coated box into the backseat of her car. The box had remained untouched for the three years she'd been at Harvard. Why had she insisted on bringing it to law school? She'd just shuffle it along to the next apartment, the next top shelf of the next undersized closet. This time, however, things will be different. No longer a student, there would be time to unpack boxes, maybe even unpack herself.Valedictorian of her all-girl prep school. Check. Cum Laude at Rice University. Check. Harvard Law Review. Check, check, check. All the boxes checked. Except this one. She gave the