After her friends left the café, still shaken by the break-in, Jessica didn’t want to return to the Brentano attic. Since Amber wasn’t there, she ordered a Double Dirty Chai, chai tea with two shots of espresso.
Alone in the booth, she scraped their scraps onto one plate and stacked the others, pushed them across the table, brushed the crumbs onto the floor with the back of her hand, and then took out her computer to do some research.
Trying to please her new advisor, she started searching Nietzsche’s writings for any mention of menstruation. “Write with blood.” Was that close enough?
He mostly railed against the vices of Christianity: solitude, fasting, and abstinence. Whatever her other vices, Jessica wasn’t guilty of those three, at least not as long as her friends kept feeding her p
