music, but look what's coming: Something off key, ungainly, with a rat and a bum in it, A song ... like a dish of peaches spilled on the floor With nothing fitting or touching anything else except by ... flopping Slice over juice to meet the linoleum. Who said there should be a song like a split ragbag? Nobody ...

“It’ll be quiet.” “No, tell me what it will look like.” “It’ll be dark.” “Come on.” “Well, I don’t know, ... I don’t know. She doesn’t look good. She’s had too many kids.” “She’s married?” “I was going to marry her. ...   Inside the Brays’ kitchen, Clare Bray poured us tall glasses of whole milk. He looked old. His hands ...