houses succeed each other monotonous­ ly with their elongated grilled windows and their big front doors, ... trees, hardly decorated by the cement bench, an imitation of a wooden bench, which makes me wonder ... little girl gathered those white petals-, open the creaky park gate and suddenly remember, know, find my­ ...

back into place by themselves on her thin shoulders, and the young girl with the pale immobile eyes ... ob­ jects and the girls with a golden haze. The objects are the same as in the other rooms: an iron ... distant: the three motionless girls, the two youngest of which, one sitting and the other standing near ...

Page 191 from Issue 62 out, walked around and opened the back right-hand door. A fat blond boy ... sister remembering their long win­ ters of potato-peel soup and popping nourishing bits of chocolate, ... childless servants stuffed August like a turkey, each morsel a kiss, a reserve of fat for the years ahead ...

short on the other­ that she'd realized how much she had already changed. The musician had ... spoken with authority about the adjustments he was making, but Susanna had seen real confusion on his ... face. She'd invited him to her house afterwards, and he'd produced a bottle of ...

making, not a breath stirred. Mary Margaret's hair felt damp and hot on the back of her neck, but ... her. Each time she had gone to the hospital, the face on the pillow had seemed thinner, paler, at last ... looking up into the boys' faces. There was one girl in particular, a cheerleader; Mary Margaret ...