“I am goddam sick and tired of that mother-loving thing on the wall,” said Hagerman, after Burroughs had tossed his books on the bed, and begun to change his pants; “goddam fed up seeing it day after day.” “Jesus, Peter, it was your idea in the first place.” “Jesus Peter is tired of it, Burroughs...
Trowbridge and the Cutlers had been watching home movies of some sort when Harvey rang the bell. Trowbridge was standing by the projector in the living room, while Lois and her father hung back near the entranceway, speaking to one another in very low voices. Harvey knew they were talking about h...
Alvin Thomas Jewitt, asked me to write my life history and autobiography for him (that is the way he put it: “Will you write it up for me, Charlie?”) I thought of a poem by Browning. It is called “Porphyria’s Lover.” It is quite an interesting poem, and I remember in particular four lines. A woma...
Hollis Jordan reaches over and snaps off the button, drives silently thinking, Of course it was her, couldn’t mistake that giggling on the fourth call. Just giggling — not saying anything; drunk, no doubt. Gawd, Ada, what’s to become of all of us! Thinking: Why can’t Ada just let it go; it happen...
June 13 (W.P.) — Nine-year-old Timmy Schneider is safe. He is confused and sleepy, and he does not have his eyeglasses, without which he sees very little, but he is safe. Kidnapped from somewhere between King School and the Schneider home, on an afternoon three days ago, young Timmy was not able ...
said Laura Lee Whittier. “I just have to serve a ham and eggs at Number 3.” In the diner, the television set was on. There were half-a-dozen people at the counter, lingering over coffee and hamburgers, waiting for Cash-Answer to begin. Reginald Whittier walked to a booth in the rear. Laura had go...
These are children who went looking for mischief and found it. — Summary of defense counsel THEY STOOD INSIDE the children’s park by the swing. After they had sung the song two or three times together, Bardo said suddenly to Heine, “Say, mister, what happened to your hair?...
She adores the movies, as I do, and would dearly love to live in America, as I would, and we both think Elvis Presley is a fool but we adore his wiggles. I feel as though I’ve known her all my life, and in al my other lives! Her name being Mary Drew, I got the idea to call her Druid after the won...
“the boss,” “the King of Kings” but in plain words, a hood, a hoodlum, a punk! — FROM “WHY PAMPER PUNKS?” A COLUMN IN THE NEW YORK JOURNAL-AMERICAN. INSIDE the luncheonette at the corner of 97th and Madison Avenue, Gober straddles a stool at the fountain, sips slowly his f...
These letters and the diary were in the Pan Am bag Margaret left in the Volkswagen. I read them because that’s the kind of unprincipled busybody I am. I didn’t put them back in the bag, because I didn’t feel you would have found them at all if we hadn’t called your attention to the bag. I thought...
“It’s the sweetest piece around these parts,” a mechanic had told him the night before last. “I had to fight with one of the other guys to be the one to drive it back to you, Doc, and that don’t happen once a blue moon. A pick-up-and-delivery’s usually pain the ass.” Lou Hart had only owned the B...
Red! red! red! — whirling before your eyes bright as a poppy, commanding as a traffic light, only you do not stop for the color of love — you go, you forget all the rules and just go! — FROM Population 12,360 FREDDY FULTON drove South on Route 2. In half an hour he would r...
It was going to be a surprise for Charlie. She had invited the Tullets and the Carrolls, their very best friends; and Anna was going to cook chicken terrazzini, Charlie’s favorite dish. After she had finished going over the list with Anna, in the kitchen, she got up from the table and stood facin...