Finally, Alma was standing in front of me. She said something I could not hear. Laughing, she repeated it, but her words were lost in the noise around us. She rose up on her toes, slipped her thin arm around my neck, and kissed the side of my face. "In the kitchen!" she shouted into my ear. Her...
His thumb nails dug in opposite directions two irregular grooves into the yellow sides. The pencil began to bend, ready to splinter in half, but as if he knew its exact tolerance, he stopped, let go of one end of it and starting tapping the eraser in a sharp staccato. It was quiet. Courtrooms, ev...
He felt a little like a fool, waiting for someone who was already half an hour late, someone who had probably changed his mind and was not coming at all. It would have been bad enough if he was meeting him in New York, but he had come all the way to Washington to talk to the agent who had been in...