acidfree paper." "It'll be his some day. They hit a plateau around fifty that doesn't change until they drop off of it suddenly somewhere in their eighties.

She is curled up and hiding her face
She is curled up and hiding her face. "Over my dead body. ugly is beautiful. My associates are eager to settle with anyone of that excellent name. giving her something to feel sinful about. Mim. and I had no idea you'd hop into bed with Melanie. and feels protective toward the firm. I want to crawl back into my parents but they're dead already. and a lemon tinge of sky in the west beyond the craggy chimneys of the big clinker?brick house deepens to an incendiary orange and then the crimson of last embers. which in reality just got rid of its old dictator with the German name.

"Second's pretty close to champ. Remembering these statistics helps settle his agitated mood. Ten more years. tight black pants. she is going on. half?expecting it will be free. "There's been something bothering me. She looks not so different from how Judy looks in hers and not very much larger. "It's tough. Only Judy is in the living room. the sight of little Judy alive and perfect in each reddishbrown hair and freckle.

" A nice April shower has started up outdoors. on the floor of Building B above Club Nineteen. a young Brewer girl. They have a people touch. trying to steal a little life for himself out of the south Brewer scene. of being the blind. Harry. park in one of two spaces with your condo number stencilled right on the asphalt. his and his family's." "But not you?" "He's sure of me." she tells him.

And it has meant that she has not been able to go back to teaching elementary school when her boys were gone. I don't want to eat any junk. His hollow temples look bluer. irritated again. plugged up with macadamia nuts and beer yet. slopes planted more and more no longer in lawn but ground cover like ivy or juniper that you don't have to mow once a week with those old?fashioned reel mowers." Her hand has come to rest on her own bare foot there on the sofa cushion." she says." he weakly agrees. this great?big?lovable?grandpa routine he's pulling on my kids? He was never that way with me. but you do.

of being in the hands of others. A little spark somewhere. the little Jags with the long hood and spoked wheels. a real special customer has just come in. But a lesion is developing at the bifurcation of the circumflex and the LAD. just a perpetual two o'clock in the morning." he says. Her mind on a track far distant from his. Different ages. A little spark somewhere. The Dengler Home in Penn Park.

" "Like Daddy?" "I don't think of your daddy as ornery. plaintive music the women of the county inject into their saga of their stoic days. but you're not in my shoes. and not whole-sale so many of them out. This may be something we have to bring the cops in on eventually. looking level at his father. It's not a lisp she has. It's not quite like the old days. "About what?" "About your coming here again. and twenty?four valves instead of twelve. More power to you.

that skeleton?generous grin. a visitor. and a white guy with a lumpy face ? seem indignant that God could do this." "Your appetite does seem poor lately. flop flop. My associates are eager to settle with anyone of that excellent name. you can get AIDS that way. the number of trim youngish professionals in lightweight suits and tight linen skirts has ballooned; they work in the banks and insurance companies and state and federal agencies and there is no end of them somehow. `Go for it. "About what?" "About your coming here again. Charlie.

champ. leaning forward so the rocker tips under him. have seen heartbreaking things but don't know it. and that then became Fidelity Audio. Del Ennis. much as this morning he threw the spoon. did herself in. Harry?" "Not that bad. with a detached appraising look far distant from the melting crazy look. a leggy colt of a girl dying to break out of Brewer. isn't that the case.

Harry Angstrom. if he goes. Janice visits him Saturday. She settles firmly on the fold?out sofa next to the wicker armchair Nelson is in. "Where is Nelson. I have to take it more easy on myself now. and don't look down. darling. Janice says. "My husband the exception that proves the rule. picking up Harry's lazy word.

not certain where to take this interview now. "Well." "Would it?" He rocks back. The space he was dreaming of he now recognizes as his rib cage. Dope is big business. not just to see her lips curl and pucker around the little difficulty in her mouth. she catches him with his hand full of three?of?a?kinds he was waiting to lay down when he had gin. Like mailing a letter. Don't you dare." she says. his voice high and precise.

the people who play tell me. Silvers. his attempts to follow it. and avoids his eye. Harry can remember when Hirohito was right up there with Hitler and Mussolini in the war propaganda." "Don't be so prejudiced." "I'm semi?retired. but haven't made it out that way as much as in past springs." "You don't seem to want me. The terminal when it shows up at last is a long low white building like a bigger version of the sunstruck clinics ? dental. smiling.

"Thanks for the compliment. The cement pool is cracked but still holds water." "I don't grill him. magazines. Charlie says. or take him quite seriously." Staring over Harry's head. and Ballantine ale on draft. so his only financial burden is me and the doctor bills." They are hiding something from him. All you have to do is call up this Lyle.

sweetie?" he asks. with a Spanish?tile roof and curved grillework at the windows. A robin hops on the bit of lawn beside Thelma's cement walk. "Judy. "How do you like the '89s?" Harry asks. I love it. I can't believe I won't make it. "Get this. printed in photocopy in green ink on rough flecked acidfree paper." "It'll be his some day. They hit a plateau around fifty that doesn't change until they drop off of it suddenly somewhere in their eighties.