Leonie Rowland reads an except from "The Dressmaker", forthcoming in Wrongdoing's first issue
I met the dressmaker between the third and fourth floors of a museum. I was trying to make sense of it allâthe artwork, the architecture, my own inadequacyâwhen he stepped into the lift wearing a white shirt and a pair of jeans, and I thought, this man will show me the impressionists.
âItâs like a labyrinth,â I said, gesturing to the map in his hands.
He pulled a piece of string from his pocket and said, âUse thisâ. When I dropped the end to the ground it came up to my waistâlong enough to explore the lift without losing my way. I tied one end around my wrist and the other around his, and suddenly it was much longer, the length of the whole building. We stepped out together, and the ground stabilized.
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