Wednesday, October 5, 2011

trolley cars used to line up for passengers. and recites. Nursefinder. Pig valves. It is wider than commercial?use. my own poor heart." "It'll be his some day." She asks.

that delicate web of jump-ing shadow he saw on the radiograph monitor during his opera-tion
that delicate web of jump-ing shadow he saw on the radiograph monitor during his opera-tion. as if the child's own grandfather is a kidnapper; Roy. I'd just as soon be dead. Lyle moves his anns around again with that brittle caution. You're going to be part of some organization or other in this life. With his bonnet. "He was in Nelson's office ten minutes ago. If nobody minds. Remembering these statistics helps settle his agitated mood. bleary hoboes who'd offer to blow you for a quarter. Harry admires her as you admire children you have raised. but for me there's never been a thinning out. everything heavy and solid and built with an outmoded decorative zeal.

The terminal when it shows up at last is a long low white building like a bigger version of the sunstruck clinics ? dental. "would you know enough to understand them?" He flicks her nipple with his tongue through the cotton. They've corrupted him. Pig valves." "Don't be rude to the dead. even if they might not like hearing it at first. I'm sold. One of the things maybe that had made Florida seem attractive. and perches on the edge of the bed for extra intimacy. The little food commissary in Building C charges airport prices. Rabbit has had a prejudice against Philadelphia. her buttocks glassy in texture and not finely gritty like Janice's. "Maybe l'll come in the fall if you can last it out.

" "How about you?" Janice asks. on three sides. Women don't mind this kind of prick as much as Harry does. though he could tell she didn't much like it. speaks to him of himself. How's business been?" "It's been a good spring. than they used to? On these TV shows that have British actors. she says. She's gonna be a looker not like you. Rock and roll. anyway." "Pru's pretty close?mouthed. Harry says to Nelson.

once in a while. That pollen is off the scale. but I never. in generally good health. "You don't think of it usually as a woman's game." "Don't be rude to the dead. the birds. in my computer. Julius? You want to say?" "He'll know what it's about. across the parking lot and a striped piece of driveway and one of the complex's little traffic islands covered in green outdoor carpeting to the entryway of Building B. They expect you to be their robot. the trees will leaf in. out of a booth at the Paraguay end.

it's better for you physically than alcohol. and there is even a wine steward in a summer tux and a kind of bicycle lock around his neck; on the other hand. All a heart attack is is some heart muscle dying. Along the sidewalk in this radiant long grove shadowy people push baby carriages and stand conversing by their steps as if oblivious of the beauty suspended above them. Like himself. If I'd been there I would have got them all out. He plays with these three Jewish men. pinks and greens like a Chinese tea?house. courtesy of Ma Springer; 14%2 Franklin Drive ? this is the highest number by far: 59600 Pindo Palm Boulevard. Janice put up a bird feeder in the hemlock a few falls ago. that time I ran off with Charlie! Nelson was only twelve. showing small grayish teeth like hers. you weren't there.

a plastic sphere tilted like Saturn. Her voice asks. to Harry's considerable relief. leaving a trickle in the gutters. "I did work them out. Judy and Roy fed milk and cookies and changed into bathing suits and taken to the heated Valhalla Village pool by their mother and Janice. They don't close right. worn thin by unhealth. with the tension of a basket-ball a few pounds under regulation pressure." "And what's it about. frankly. I think she's scared ofwhat she'll find out. and people know that and respect it.

and don't want to know. piped through his blistered?looking lips." "Fifty?six two months ago. She nods in sarcastic acknowledgment of the compliment. The music store. the same way you suck artichoke leaves. the only city he knew. The dress at her waist when he touched it felt thick and unresponsive. you were saying. and inflated rafts dot the near water with colors gaudy as a supermarket's." "With the mouth?" "We'll see. "who comes in generally Wednesdays through Saturdays. while the old man with angry choppy gestures is giving the women the latest version of his spiel.

pink stripes with white collar and cuffs." but it is clear to both of them that they must talk really. an eerie silence of many simultaneous naps descends. "For Chrissake. I had a sister instead of a brother. if you snort them. they split you right open like a coconut and rip veins out of your legs. you're wicked. Harry admires her as you admire children you have raised. before he went off to do his two years in the Army and she without a word of warning married somebody else. The magnolias and quince are in bloom. summer spelled their end Rabbit is suddenly driving in a white tunnel. bright and precise as watchworks free of dust and rust.

we'll all soon be dead. they're booked solid for months. the stores refusing to come back in from the malls on Brewer's outskirts. remembering these crisp. did you say?" He wonders how much these two are concealing from him. her underpants damp from all the dancing. "You're awfully nice to have arranged all this. Harry says. who have let themselves get out of shape or never had a shape to start with. If I'm wrong and it's all on the up and up. No angel yet no killer either. on a plaza two blocks back from the beachfront where elevator music is always playing. he stands less tall than his father.

" Harry nods. She goes off across Brewer to visit Nelson and Pru and their children in Mt. Must be a market for them among the minorities. "How much do I owe you for all this?" Harry asks. near Galilee. Sounds good. his mouth against the wet cloth. how to suck the little tail segments. He said it was your idea. Your heart shows myocardial scarring from way back. She tells her husband. arranged for by Ed in compensation for the twenty Harry dropped to him at Wednesday's golf." Or Luther.

especially since her mother died seven years ago." Rabbit promises. including a big green glass egg with a bubble inside it. the long pale strands that in sun deepen to a shiny orange. "I have no fucking idea. unable to concentrate. The cars were posed on snow but there were no tracks showing how they got there! Look at it sometime." She closes her eyes and wordlessly thinks of all the misery sex has caused the world. he gravitates to Mt. and blushes. Rabbit and Ron were Mt. She is back into her tennis dress. its thousand real?estate angles and prettifications of the flimsy.

to make a New Year's party. so they look like spacewomen. Or the caller would hang up without leaving a name. I mean. You need more. not the solution. this businesslike emporium where miracles are common if not cheap. They are slots still being filled. He needs crutches. her best feature as a girl and woman. but there's something else too. "I can only show the books to authorized persons." "I seem to remember him complaining of feeling full in the chest.

you're not that tough. in a lowered voice. Eventually the FDA will have to let them in. The ceiling is a skylight for part of its breadth. more boring than anything else. treading water. The bacon is crisp and in." "Chas was not what I'd ever call a boyfriend. and blushes. his teeth enormous in his shrunken face. There was Jill. Fancy water is fancy water. perhaps.

He kept trying to make jokes and get us to laugh.T. lowering her voice though. any old dress." She closes her eyes and wordlessly thinks of all the misery sex has caused the world." he tells her. as his jockey shorts with their slowly slacken-ing elastic waists. her pubic hair reddish and skimpy enough to see the slit through unlike Janice's opaque thick bush. and buildings that he felt when a boy were widely spaced now appear adjacent. You always talk of them with such awe. the dirty underwear and beach towels with the merciless chill of death from outer space still in them. on the edge of developments old and new. "It's only your theory.

Soft shocks. As they say. reviving something buried within her. baseball has come north ? Schmidt this year hitting two home runs in the first two games. The game flickering in the fog. sparking trolley cars used to line up for passengers. and recites. Nursefinder. Pig valves. It is wider than commercial?use. my own poor heart." "It'll be his some day." She asks.

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