ho is Don Draper? Draper stares for a minute, clearly uncomfortable with the question, before taking a signature drag of his cigarette. With the familiar plume of smoke and the clamour of 60s New York enveloping him it's not beyond the imagination to expect him to magically disappear there and then, like something out of a Jorge Luis Borges piece. After all, it wouldn't be historically inaccurate.
ether it was the winter cold creeping through the bedroom door or the aches and pains of yesterday's late night stocking shift, Jess Bennet did not sleep well. Stretching out over the mattress, she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and reached out to grab her mobile, her breath fogging up the display.
he stubborn bitch was back, tears sliding down her porcelain doll face as she began to blur with his tired morning thoughts. Behind her, shadows shifted and he knew the kids were close by. His heart started to race, his breathing quickened.