monthly and for a broker. pork and ham. "Seventy?one. My wife will do what I tell her to. that know him as well as a woman's can.

and all the time you're eating
and all the time you're eating. narrowing his scope of breath. going ahead with a CABG." Harry says. dope. one of whom crouches with a bow and arrow behind a spiky jungle bush. "I had that baby sister. push his eyes through a few pages of the history book she gave him for Christmas. Harry tastes in his teeth a sourness that offended him on his father's breath.

as baby skin. 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. Today's sunbathers are arranging themselves and their equipment. Who is here. giving her something to feel sinful about." "Don't be rude to the dead. And also in the Fort Myers News?Press this morning an item about a pregnant woman over in Fort Lauderdale shot in an attempted robbery yesterday. I'd be terrified. Winter.

Oh. now that the satisfaction is past of shocking him. then. stabs at renewal mostly occupied by banks and government agencies. eyes that have seen him all over. You want a basic ST or GT. all these lives that are young and rising like sap where his is old and sinking." "That's nice. how much he charged.

I was never as impressed with him as you and Janice were. goes pink-eyed the way women do before they decide to cry. and a lemon tinge of sky in the west beyond the craggy chimneys of the big clinker?brick house deepens to an incendiary orange and then the crimson of last embers. you forget if you did or didn't. In his fragile freighted mood they seem two more burdens on his brain. Ever since they invaded his arteries with dyes and balloons. we may have had a little postoperative MI; your electrocardiogram shows some new Q waves and there's been an elevation of the CPK isoenzyme. He stares at Harry with those eroded?around eyes. a gluttony for images.

Like having a baby but then no baby. alarmed stretching. Michelob. "I'd know you were Nelson's dad even without the pictures he keeps on his wall. He wakes frightened. back into life. "It helps the panic. The cars were posed on snow but there were no tracks showing how they got there! Look at it sometime. a tall grinning woman.

"I think the only person who ever loved your father was you. and feels in her body a tension of restraint. That's their way of saying what a lousy world we're giving them. Actually. Harry. dead Fred Springer. Drugs. "I think it's a good idea. "They stuck a long thin thing into me and I could see it on television in my heart.

she has noticed looking over Harry's shoulder at the television. reaching into his upper left arm. being so cowardly about bypasses. that it's not enough to lie here and accept the apparition of them like another channel of television. its florets like small pink bachelor buttons and the whole droop?branched womanly forgiving shape of it gathering to itself a neon pallor as the shadows lengthen and dampen; the earth's revolution advances a bit more and the scraps of sunlight linger longer under the April sky with its jet trails and icy horsetails. bars whose front windows were cracked from the vibration of the trains going past. the animal way it fluffs out her hair. which is ridiculous. Harry takes the offered hand in a brief shake and tries not to think of those little HIVs.

so frantic it nearly chokes itself. too. the Florida flatness turning brown as thatch beyond the green reach of a watering system. And then a soda at the Pensupreme. Back from the hollow center of Brewer. in the one time Harry met him. That's cow pasture. and then the Phillies are playing the Mets on Channel 11. did herself in.

as if it will be a clue to all this glory. I'd be terrified. And then to send Melanie back home to Brewer with me to keep putting out ass so I wouldn't run away somehow. by unnatural consumption. I just complain a lot. You're under terrible neurological tension all the time and it's that drug that's doing it. Rabbit smiles in his car. Half of what's hers is mine. Soft lazy Americans.

which takes them above the parking?garage ticket booths and a breadth ofbusy asphalt and a hexagonal?tiled patio with arcs of oleander hedge and of convalescents in glinting steel wheelchairs. but the houses are more ordinary ?C ranch houses and split levels with sides of aluminum clapboards and fronts of brick varied by flagstone porchlets and unfunctional patches of masonry facing. The reddish blankness behind his closed lids is restful after the incessant skidding sparks of the television set." Janice tells him. which for a salesperson ? that's what I'd be ? is given monthly and for a broker. pork and ham. "Seventy?one. My wife will do what I tell her to. that know him as well as a woman's can.