Alice Munro, always the best speculator of humanity, of what make you human, with all contradiction and painful little betrayals. The 'Runaway' eponym story is absolute perfection, and the others are pretty close.
Carver-Chekhov-Munro. In my opinion nobody writes short stories like them. When are they going to give this lady the Nobel? Just because she comes from Canada and not from a troubled country doesn't mean she doesn't deserve it!
She began to make jokes to Willard.
In front of Robin she said, "You know that our girl here has started having mysterious adventures in Stratford? Oh yes. I tell you. Came home smelling of drink and goulash. You know what that smells like? Vomit."