Book Excerpt Edmund White S Hotel De Dream
It was true that she had had a shock the other day when she’d bathed Stephen from head to foot and looked at his body standing in the tub like a classroom skeleton. She’d had to hold him up with one hand while she washed him with the other. His skin was stretched taut against the kettledrum of his pelvis. And hot—he was always hot and dry. He himself said he was “a dry twig on the edge of the bonfire....