The story of my evening with Rose and Penelope, told in reverse. We’re at the part where Penelope walks through the door.

The logistics of assembling a group encounter, and a candid note on the difference between gently preferring something and dangerously needing it.

From a reverie about a threesome to a 911 call in the back of a cab.

Penelope finally found the word she was looking for. It wasn’t the one I was hoping for.

Listen, as Penelope comes for me.