Quotes from L Timmel Duchamp

Aware of the governor's number-three offspring watching her manage the difficult task of conveying a bit of pastry into her biological mouth ~ her carved jade utensil with its long hook made it possible, but the point was to eat as gracefully as one would sans facial design ~ Inez grew irritated. She sensed the entire table watching her.

Nathalie dropped into a crouch and fastened braces around her ankles, binding the soles of her feet with the broad bands of fabric holding the strange little knobs and springs and magnets (at least Inez thought they must be magnets). Each time a brace was clicked into place, a tiny green light on the clasp glinted. Inez cleared her throat, uncertain that Nathalie was even listening. "Perhaps you could ask after her and then message me which dome she's in?" Nathalie