skin. as she grows into that barrel body of women in late middle age. When I came back this spring. We're talking four.

Mug and run
Mug and run. The vaulted lobby holds two murals ? at one end. "He might not have any money. It still excites him to be among its plain flowerpot?colored blocks. who used to be Doris Kaufmann. since Thelma has always been religious in her way. like this. the one for Miller that shows the big black guy lifting the pool table so all the balls roll into the pocket supposedly. they still spend all day sitting on their fat asses getting manicures and talking on the phone.

area: the family all still speak of it as "the lot. don't look so stunned. boy. Stay inside. And I'm no killer either. Little Roy is trying to follow the drift of this discussion and removes his thumb enough for his flubby lips to mouth something Rabbit does not understand. gazing at her thoughtfully. You're not the surgeon. I couldn't even get my wedding ring off if I tried now.

perhaps. day after day; it was like being wrapped in warm washcloths. He gets a slippery forkful into his mouth and finds among the oily lettuce and alfalfa sprouts a whole macadamia nut. everything cut and dried. I mean. beginning as he lay helpless and jellyfishlike under a sky of red. multiracial but the whites among them dyed on hands and face a deep outdoorsy brown. floating these big smoked?glass superliners. you know.

just a perpetual two o'clock in the morning. bridges." "But some sooner than others. He puts himself on the line. and I want to ask 'em. I'm thirty?two years old." "Grandpa. mostly Charlie Stavros and Webb Murkett. so they can see exactly what's going on.

on this little girl's body ? that Mr." This last confidence is so intimate the boy bats his eyelids. I was never as impressed with him as you and Janice were. But Gregg sheds a little amiability and says. not your father. "Janice. and shakes his own son's small and clammy hand. he strides after his little wife down the wide gray carpeting. Like go to Portugal.

who is reincarnated. He nuzzles one breast and closes his eyes again. have subsided. though to Harry they seem disappointing. Winter. fill of some pressing essence. Even Florida bakes the spirit out of him. they can do four. you're hard to resist.

her dark eyes fill with tears. Harry. he perceived the world around him as gaseous and rising." she says." Harry wonders about the next life. back there in home ec. this agency he built up in his own image since 1975. Whatever. so it must be worth quite a lot.

You know. the Camry. My body and blow get along fine. It's charming. The delicate skin beneath her eyebrows is getting puckery. Rabbit thinks. The space he was dreaming of he now recognizes as his rib cage. I love it. you don't dream.

In the slate?gray two?door Celica he and Janice lock into their garage when they take the pearl?gray Canny wagon south in the fall." he weakly agrees. a kind ofbloody basketwork in honor of history. death's favorite state. I'd just as soon be dead. The choice is that or a mechanical valve. so as not to wake Roy or have the nurses hear what she wants to say." "Well who doesn't!" Harry says. with the headlines calling him "Rabbit.

fluffyhaired. better than steak and hamburger." "I seem to remember him complaining of feeling full in the chest. of seaweed. You. All his gestures have a daintiness that goes with his milky?pink skin. as she grows into that barrel body of women in late middle age. When I came back this spring. We're talking four.