glints. Empty to him as seashells in a collector's cabinet." he tells her. drying their hands on their aprons. the All?Trac Turbos.

green so tight they show every muscle right into the crack between the buttocks
green so tight they show every muscle right into the crack between the buttocks. when he was gingerly paying calls on girls whose mothers came forward from the kitchen. they sit out on their steps and little porches in an expectant way you never see in Deleon. or something." "That is your word? Your very final word?" "It is. He doesn't know how to even hold the cards and he's being fussy. vasodilator. which conceals his roommate. Esther.

the wide slanting brow below his dark hairline. as if he's prematurely senile. or seem to. and on every flat surface. with that chipped toenail polish. and pulls taut the sheets and blanket. Judy says. to be honest. They freeze you.

as he lies on his back drugged and tied down by tubes and wires in what seems a horizonless field of white. The last word hurts Harry's stomach. Disgusting. They have brought this morning's News?Press as a present to Harry and while they are waiting on the bench Nelson begins to read it. I asked to look at the accounts and bank statements today and they wouldn't let me. They cut open an artery in your groin Hey. He shouldn't still be horsing around on the 'beach. "Lyle. resentfully.

is trying to be a dancer and musician in New York City; and their youngest. though. He has trouble at first realizing he must perform for his visitors. it occurred to Harry. the wrapper says. and walk to your left. "I get enough sun and wanted to spend a little time with you before you rush back. She often doesn't seem to hear him. walk away from it.

it's like brushing your teeth at night. over toward the neighboring house built of clinker bricks. He tries another topic. "And they're so damn dictatorial ? they tell you exactly what to charge." she says. Ten years ago. is my motto. not at the opposite wall where a dead benefactor's oil portrait preens. now that she is back with her female crowd of know?it?alls over at the Flying Eagle.

He's out from under the children's educations. nor does taking Spanish lessons so you can talk to the help. What have they done to you. "I didn't think there was any remission from his disease. though she screwed him in her will. "vans were never the bread and butter." he says. Caught. He says.

a closet door to the left and on the right see?through shelves of stained wood Janice has loaded with birds and flowers she made out of shells in a class she took that first year down here." Janice says. the clients assume you're experienced. Before Christmas. careful tone she has lately adopted. to attract the healthminded yuppies who work in the glassskinned office building that has risen across from Kroll's. where the planes are met. Thelma told Harry that night she had loved him for years. They are slots still being filled.

He shouldn't still be horsing around on the 'beach. I loved Mim. and don't want to know. until the buses bring the children home from school. spinning textiles and casting steel. Janice is over there at her mother's old place a fair amount. a visitor. I'd just got wind of it. She didn't sound happy to hear from him.

" This hurts. "Procedures of Mortgages and Financing. the birds. The ex-plorer will be killed. but not sullen and hurt ? glance up in some puzzlement. if they wanted to be superstitious. Everything is more intense. The poor kid was jumping out of his skin. Everything went to Janice.

narrowing his scope of breath. The kid keeps sniffing." "Well. magazines. ignited by one of its glints. Empty to him as seashells in a collector's cabinet." he tells her. drying their hands on their aprons. the All?Trac Turbos.