Beautiful Sentences: Nathan Englander

His mother sometimes looked our way as she came and went from the house. She didn’t reveal anything that we were mature enough to read—only kept on, often with a palm pressed to the small of her back.

Nathan Englander, “How We Avenged the Blums.”





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