She tapped a long fingernail on The New Yorker. Makes you too elite.34MAGMay 28CommentShareShare The woman slipped off the table and moved to the washer. “I’m getting my wash out of this one. You can use it,” she said. “I’m Dayvye. D-A-Y-V-Y-E. Work name is David, but I’m changing as you can see.”THE LAUNDROMAT FRIEND BY CLAIRE NOONAN #47This post is for paying subscribersSubscribeAlready a paying subscriber? Log in
