Days that until moments before had been assumed would stretch to years.
she said, but if you don’t mind. Get out of the airport for a while. Whatever you think. It was a tone Ambrose could never resist. Nor had ever much tried to
These crowds, said the Italian gentleman. They take many photographs. Such a sad thing. Such a long way to come to take bad pictures of one’s friends
Kitts sat in the eye of her friend’s storm, nodded, shook her head, held tight, wiped Zipper’s dripping face, put the kettle on, wept, buttressed, agreed. Listened.