ONE AFTERNOON when she was still in high school, Ariane Lodkochnikov came home at about four in the afternoon and walked to the kitchen, where her mother was cooking. Her mother had a cigarette going, and she had a wary look on her face, as if she were expecting Ariane to question the value of what she was doing. She had that look because Ariane had so often questioned the value of what she was doing.
Babbington Review 3
Babbington Review 3
Babbington Review 3
ONE AFTERNOON when she was still in high school, Ariane Lodkochnikov came home at about four in the afternoon and walked to the kitchen, where her mother was cooking. Her mother had a cigarette going, and she had a wary look on her face, as if she were expecting Ariane to question the value of what she was doing. She had that look because Ariane had so often questioned the value of what she was doing.