Ira Sadoff’s story, Gossip, appeared in NER 19.3:
I can’t forget how the visiting avant-garde poet rifled our friend’s kitchen cabinets that night, inspecting the china and crystal. “This should be mine,” she said. “This should be my life.” We were house-sitting our friend’s two dogs, Adolph and Menjou, while Mileva was away for a month at Bellagio writing long, convoluted historical verse epics. Since back then my wife and I lived a few miles out of town we’d found it convenient to spend nights at Mileva’s: it seemed romantic, sleeping in someone else’s bed while she was away writing poems in Italy.