Bruises, in the shape of fingertips, were on her thighs and arms, the yellowish green color like a leaf in the fall. She stood in front of the mirror and turned to the side. There were more bruises on her hips. Then she dressed in comfortable clothes that covered the marks and went downstairs and...
Stiff, crinkling, and obviously sterile, as though the germs were just waiting to take a whack at you. I always had this physical in the middle of March to see what the winter had done to me. The diplomas on the wall were from Berkeley and the University of California Medical School, and so I was...
They were written in the New Wave script, which was wavy, the letters drifting into each other, and done in such a way as to suggest three dimensions. Something like subway graffiti, but more intricate, harder to do just right. Of course, a lot of people tried to settle old scores by just putting...
After all, who does? Aside from those whackjobs you see from time to time and who, to be honest, I see at the university more than I used to. But that wasn’t Sara’s style. And the university had nothing to do with it. She took the first step, the real step, after some false starts, in selling car...
