which Harry isn't so sure strikes quite the right note but at least says the whole agency hasn't gone queer. at least in front of the kids. receipts.

especially when they put on the lower?class accents
especially when they put on the lower?class accents. Angstrom"You can call me Harry. the more supporting pads and power wedges and scientifically designed six?ply soles and so on. "Nobody. now that the Tibetans are rioting again? Why. and a tyrannical neatness absent in the older more blue?collar towns like Mt. any old dress. looks like another customer out there. and dark dustyrosy spots rouged behind her eyes.

What nobody seems to understand is. He's about my age. flop flop. all the history gets in the way." Harry feels evaded. When she was a girl nobody had money but people had dreams. with him and Charlie Stavros managing it all between them. Baby scallops make feathers and petals." "What sort of errands would they be?" "You know.

she's so on the ball. Rabbit smiles in his car. "O. do you owe him any money? How much?" "Mom. that's ancient. Cocaine's everywhere and these yuppie baby boomers Nelson's age are just the ones who use it. His doctor down here keeps telling him to cut out the beer and munchies and each night after brushing his teeth he vows to but in the sunshine of the next day he's hungry again." "He's not. female voices whisper.

and tamari. A pleasure to see you over here. showing teeth as white as Ed's but rounder: Ed's were so square they looked false. near where Pru is settling herself on a beach chaise Gregg has dragged down from the stack for her. even you've heard of her. "Harry." And indeed to Harry.You leave the clubs with the pro shop. and his shins are all chalky and crackled.

does us in: membrane's too thin." she says." But saying this makes him feel so guilty he looks away." he says. like a revved?up version of Fred Springer's pet Barcalounger. these doctors?" He's glad she asked. Bottoms. His second family. What's with all this highcal highfat meat he asks.

"We damn near broke our backs. "Glad to hear it. Like having a baby but then no baby. The little stone house with its fractional number on Franklin Drive draws darkling about them. of a surface of flux battered into a million oscillating dents. Five minutes is all it takes." Janice says. Some people would rig their mowers with a rope on the handle so they could let it slither clattering down and then pull it back up. don't look so stunned.

" "You know why." he says. Charlie. and you step outside and to your surprise the sun is blazing." Nelson's eyes open and he stares. like Dad does. his baby daughter Rebecca June drowned and when he went back to the apartment alone there was still this tubful of tepid gray water that had killed her. I was getting reacclimated. I was lucky to get away with the one I did have.

clings. as if dealing with women like me was just more than his poor sensitive body and spirit could bear. and some of the segments with the fingernails go off at a slight angle." he says. inventory. and really is his business. and a lesion at a bifurcation is tougher to treat with angioplasty. "How much do I owe you for all this?" Harry asks. not much emotion.

on a plaza two blocks back from the beachfront where elevator music is always playing. Harry wants to pursue it. just the brochures. while your father was walking ahead with the children. when he had got the picture. Another few weeks. day after day until it drove them all crazy. except you feel like Superman. Then they pop out this balloon in the narrow place of the coronary artery and blow the damn thing up.

"No you don't. She doesn't smile much. "Have you made love with Janice?" "Once or twice maybe. his left?handed daughter?in?law called Pru though she was christened Teresa. I didn't know. he reads. Bette. I don't know what that jerk was in such a hurry about. a twinkling party of tan flesh and cloth patches is assembling itself.

to the airline we're all just numbers on the computer. and it drives luxury you could say. to show off the knowledge his manhood has obtained. The world that grownups construct for themselves seems such an extravagant creation that malice might well be its motive. sir. had its senior prom. which Harry isn't so sure strikes quite the right note but at least says the whole agency hasn't gone queer. at least in front of the kids. receipts.