Story: ‘The Virgin’
David Plante, 3 April 1986
Elizabeth was in bed. The dog had its front paws between her breasts, and, its tongue out, it stared at her as she spoke to it.
David Plante a Franco-American living in London, is a contributor to the New Yorker. His books include Difficult Women – a memoir of Jean Rhys, Sonia Orwell and Germaine Greer – and, his most recent novel, The Catholic.
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