DON’T EXPECT THIS to be the kind of story that goes: and then, and then, and then.

    What happens here will have more of that fashion magazine feel, a Vogue or a Glamour magazine chaos with page numbers on every second or fifth or third page. Perfume cards falling out, and full-page naked woman coming out of nowhere to sell you make-up.

    Don’t look for a contents page, buried magazine-style twenty pages back from the front. Don’t expect to find anything right off. There isn’t a real pattern to anything, either. Stories will start and then, three pages later:

  Jump to page whatever.
  Then, jump back.