Page 80 from Issue 82 well he seems molded to that chair. Just so would he mold himself to her, ... physicality. He who handles his build and great height so well, would have no trouble taking hold of her, ... greeting at the door, the ending to the session. Our time is up for today. Never prolonging the hour, never ...

Page 208 from Issue 121 the floor; I've piled up a small stack of books and magazines ... before we fall asleep, one of us slips away. The jostling involved never helps Liz's head, and ... through, and the house was off. Sally moved back home to her child­ hood bedroom-pink shag carpet, photo ...

tune under his breath. I believe he never even realized whom he'd picked up by the road­ side. ... preoccupied with the press of traffic going the other way. People could hardly wait to charge through to the ... Grandmother's car. I had almost forgotten it. Suddenly I made up my mind to redeem the car, too-why not?-to wait ...

it's the chair leg scraping the floor when you climb up and reach. 47 Issue 80 page ... Page 47 from Issue 80 in a thinned-out shadow crossing the bar of light, lapping it, like the ... reef. Deeper, small change cringed in the muck, waiting to be claimed. ("Well, they're ...