("It may act as a spur to his eventual recovery. It's where he was found, you know, and there are memories locked up inside him, memories that can't help but crowd back. And, as well, this sort of thing—the abandonment of a child, and he was, obviously, abandoned, is something we don't like to se...
Courtney, your wife's on the line." Brett grimaced. "Okay, Sharon"—his grimace became a look of resignation—"I'll take the call." Marilyn came on the line immediately. "Brett? It's me." "What is it, Marilyn?" "You don't have to sound so testy." "I'm not testy, Marilyn; I'm busy." "Too busy to tal...
I found a big, ragged hole in the hallway wall and a note on the kitchen table. The note read: Friend Sam, We grab what happiness we can, when we can, where we can. In this case I have no choice, thank God, but to go for the gusto, to wrap myself in Phyllis, and she in me. ...
And empty, too. Except for the face of that woman—a nice face, with large hazel eyes and full red lips: Which moved and pleaded with me, “My baby, where is my baby?” It was a long way back to Art’s apartment. More than sixty blocks. I ran it. I jogged it. And when I...