There were no Middle Ages in America, dumb-o, said his sister. White people hadn’t gotten here yet. Only Europe had Middle Ages.
Rents were high, according to the ads in real estate agents’ windows, but not killer high.
Michael was using a laptop computer in desktop fashion.
Her laughter began low and quiet then rose in pitch and flickered all over the room, like blood splatter.
By noon the next day, she had pulled off three more ATM events.
By the time Mercy had sorted this out, her three brothers were gone. She panicked. Sam! she screamed. John! Benny! She ran from group to group, darting behind sledges, racing among the dogs, circling...
You mean I can’t chain him to the bumper of my truck and drag him through the city?
Michael took pictures of everybody. We’ll want to remember this, he told Janie.
If only she had never stolen Sarah-Charlotte’s milk. None of this would have happened.
I stalked you. Don’t be mad.
They were not six people knit close in tight, warm threads of family, but travelers accidentally in the same motel.
You had to assume that his body would grow to match, in which case Stephen would become a man of splendid proportions.
Who was Florinda, and why did she faint so often that she needed a special couch on which to do it?
Stephen had just come from a class discussion in which several students believed that the right cup of herbal tea would save them from pain and sorrow. Well acquainted with pain and sorrow, Stephen di...
It’s an old picture, said Stephen. She’s in her thirties now. I don’t think she’s pretty anymore.
I'm interesting, she thought. I'm unusual. But I'm not beautiful....
He would have said Stephen was a sort of human tire iron;
He pressed the icy glass against his cheek, literally trying to chill out.
He got out in a middle-aged kind of way, locked the car, and ambled along.
Everybody was outdoors. This was the walkingest place Brian had ever seen.