Excerpt From Moonlighters
by Emily Cementina 

At the hostess stand, waiting in your maroon dress (velvet, short, but long-sleeved; you think Henry will appreciate the duality), fake fur coat (black, to your knees, with a zipper that always gets stuck and a rayon liner that confirms any lingering doubt about the coat’s  authenticity), and your single pair of expensive heels (also black, a gift, from your best friend  Nina, and so tall you had to take a car into the city because you were afraid of navigating the  subway stairs), you feel a mixture of superiority and discomfort.