story: “Time for the Eyes to Adjust”
author: Linn Ullmann
year: 2018
where: New York City
note: some of this story reminds me of Picasso’s personal life (though I hear there are clues in this story that the story leans more autobiographical towards the writer’s parents)
a line: “The father used to say that for his seventieth birthday he would invite all the wives, too, and the mothers and the women who were neither wives nor mothers, but who had nevertheless played a part one way or another. What do you call them?”