Cecilia Fairchild

This is how Cecilia Fairchild got here:

 

Picture it: the mid-80s. A motorcycle-riding drug dealer in a fur coat and a lawyer who used to be a rock & roll costume mistress have settled down and got married, and they've been rewarded with two miscarriages. They say fuck it. They have wild sex on a moving train in a thunderstorm outside Marfa, Texas. The wind topples the telephone poles outside and lightning breaks like mercury across the sky. Years later (back in Los Angeles, the palm fronds ruffling the afternoon light) the fancy-dress drug dealer (now in other kinds of sales) will promise his daughter that this - out of all the passionate nights in the world - was the one on which she was conceived. As far as anyone knows, this is a true story.

 

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