the last book I ever read (Bliss Montage: Stories by Ling Ma, excerpt two)

from Bliss Montage: Stories by Ling Ma:

“In the morning, he bought me these little gifts,” I continued. “Little apology presents.” He had gone out for a walk, and came back with breakfast and a CD from the record shop.

“He stopped by the record shop?” She scoff-laughed. “What was the album?”

“Exile in Guyville.”

Christine exhaled. “Jesus, the irony.”