An air of disaster lingered in the stunned streets – of cuckoldry, or grief. There was something shameful to it, like defeated virtue, and also something confidential, because people were so in need of consolation they turned to each other with all their private burdens of ecstasy and despair. Th...
Let me tell you, when you’re not expecting it, something like that can really throw you off your stroke. Scared the crap right out of me, I don’t mind telling you. Makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, just thinking about it. There I am, right in the middle of the job, really cruis...