The Archies are playing overhead and it feels all retro like you’re twenty again and Veronica drifts toward you like a sylph—away from her boyfriend who hovers, rattish and drooping dead over bored— You are a pulsing magnet, a metallic draw in the bar’s yellow light. This lonely girl’s languid like ebony, pouring herself into a chair near you, but just far enough away so … Continue reading Betty & Veronica by Christine McDermott