Croker was neither well groomed nor a good housekeeper. I doubt that she’d have let me in if she hadn’t liked my outfit. We sat in her living room with the television playing, amid a litter of magazines, dishes, and overflowing ashtrays, to which she added liberally in the time I was there. “So y...
The program did not say where, but I feared it might be this hotel with its thoroughly boring entrees. It distressed me to think that Paolina’s last dinner had been duck, tough, greasy, and overcooked, with a skin like hard plastic. She had tapped her knife against the offending skin and been rew...
It made me want to get away from my own consciousness. Then I realized that I didn’t know where I was. Only confusion met my attempts to think. Confusion multiplied a hundredfold by pain. I heard a whimper and thought it was mine. I tried to open my eyes, and the light cut into them like a razor ...
25 Parallel Parking and World-Class Margaritas Luz I made her come in so I could take a look at her. Not bad. Long black dress with a high Chinese collar but open enough to hint at a bit of cleavage and a red stone pendant hanging around her throat with earrings to match. Low heeled boots. That w...