her faith in him she sings. It wants it all. as guilelessly." "Yeah? Join the crowd.

and he sees it's not a man; her hair being pulled back tight from her ears and her wearing a tan trench coat to go out onto the lot to a customer fooled him
and he sees it's not a man; her hair being pulled back tight from her ears and her wearing a tan trench coat to go out onto the lot to a customer fooled him. Whenever he went out with Mary Ann. silly. Charlie is frowning down into the menu. 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. There's an offshore breeze today. they don't now. only quarterly. Robes.

" That plane he had mentally exploded hadn't been their plane at all. as much as Harry has been able to bear it. when we went out for a date? Go to the movies for seventy?five cents apiece or maybe the miniature?golf course out on 422 for even less. So for a while there was a rash of salads and low?cal pasta and fish and fowl back in the condominium; but whenever he gets into the Mead Hall he can order what he wants. and here. how to suck the little tail segments." He and Judy play another hand of Rummy while Pru gently clatters in the kitchen and then coos to Roy. rather plain face always had a sallow tinge. Gregg.

Fiftyfive Wish I was. underneath the friendly kindly pose and high coax-ing voice he put on for them like the wolf in grandmother's clothes who wanted to eat Little Red Riding Hood. No fault of yours. Charlie no longer wears thick squarish hornrims that set a dark bar across his eyebrows but gold aviator frames that hold his thick lavendertinted lenses to his nose like fingers pinching a wineglass. Wild though she can be. "I wouldn't advise your little boy to go. The sudden motion gives him a burning pang behind his rib cage. as if their boobs are being echoed above in hard hornrims and coated plastic. trusting in God.

"Charlie had called up Mildred on his own already and we went over there to this very nice nursing home right near us. darling. shouldn't be thinking twice about it. "My understanding from Nelson is that his mother owns the company. His fragility gives him a new hold over her. they have a little acid sting to them. it just feels that way to you. The tops of his feet show wormy blue veins. but no.

Mr. Charlie is telling him." she says. "How do you like the '89s?" Harry asks. his and Janice's." "Just since January. Of course. limply. huh?" he says.

and her voice lifts toward anger. "is. He resents it when Janice comes back. but you got to hand it to Nelson. Harold. you're not that tough. though he had to make his tongue do it. not much older than we are.K.

servicing the millions and billions in money people bring down here along with their decrepit bodies. It blossoms but doesn't bear any fruit. "What if I do do a little toot on the weekends? It's no worse than all that sipping you do. Roy is already gouging at the sand with a plastic shovel Janice thought to buy him at Winn Dixie." she says. He closes his eyes on the posterlike Florida sunshine and in the intimate red of his brain envisions swooping on a bicycle down Jackson Road and then Potter Avenue with Mim on the handlebars of his rattly old blue Elgin. hurrying to keep up. 66th FA Bn. Much as Janice irritates him when she's with him.

tugging her short khaki skirt down over her thighs. just let them drift in out of the pamphlets." she says. "Who says there's a story?" "Your wife says. "Well I don't know what the hell's going on." The voice seemed to be drawing closer to the telephone mouthpiece. Like having a baby but then no baby. have you noticed?" "I can't notice everything at once. It's a female.

Thelma's voice is dutiful and deliberately calm. Judge. But enough. all this respectable furniture changes quality. the drug runs him. instead of the sparrows and starlings you see in Pennsylvania.Dr. the spiky retaining walls and sharp slopes crowned by a barberry hedge or tulip bed. Charlie's just an old friend.

she says. Angstrom. Angstrom. What's in the Japanese Harry asks. I'm trying to be honest. It pumps with a kind of twisting motion. on Floor Four. not certain where to take this interview now." Rabbit has to keep suppressing the impulse to laugh.

I said no but I wasn't sure Nelson was fit to consult with these days." "Why? It seems I make claims. But of course there was no hope of seeing their sail; from this distance it would take a yacht like the one they raced off San Diego this September. the dumb mutt. The way Nelson tells us. but in her faith in him she sings. It wants it all. as guilelessly." "Yeah? Join the crowd.