Jennifer Dupee

Debut novel forthcoming from St. Martins Press

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"There was even a conservatory, like in the game, a great glassed-in greenhouse sort of thing where, usually, sat Aunt Ursula herself—her hair pinned up, her eyes the color of French lentils—eating quiche or lemon yogurt, blanched asparagus or deviled eggs, the things that nobody ever ate anymore."