I regarded the chessboard, Onyx and teak with cut-glass pieces, and attempted to anticipate his strategy—a mostly futile ambition, even after a hundred and sixteen years. We were sitting at a game table in Central Park, or at least a more-than-reasonable facsimile of Centr...
WhiskersHadley Yeager was old and widowed and miserable. She hadn’t always been that way. She used to be younger and in possession of a breathing husband. Actually she had been the possession. And the misery had been constant and enduring. Now Hadley couldn’t find her grocery money. She had hidde...
When his cell rang he was standing under Zach’s bay window. “Man,” Zach said, “are you–” “I’m right here. Look out your window.” Zach appeared at the window, phone pressed to the side of his grinning face. He waved then disappeared. A minute later he banged out the back door of the building. “I r...
