Perhaps by now they weren’t the most well-adjusted people they’d ever been. Perhaps by now they’d become, even to themselves, a little strange.
Nathan Grover lives and writes in San Francisco’s most beautifully named district: The Inner Sunset. Ahh. He is a part of a collective called The Ghost Paper Archives. The manuscript for his novel, Nineveh, has been a finalist of the New American Fiction Prize and semifinalist for the YesYes Open Fiction Prize. Say hi at http://nathangrover.com/.