item about a pregnant woman over in Fort Lauderdale shot in an attempted robbery yesterday. When you die you do the world a favor.

God hadn't pulled the plug
God hadn't pulled the plug. `Go for it. I'd take Mildred with me. doze beside the neatly tied bundles and plastic garbage bags containing all their possessions. She wouldn't be playing games. suppressing it. For God's sake." Harry argues. "Mildred Kroust was the bookkeeper for years here.

Must be a market for them among the minorities. He closes his eyes on the posterlike Florida sunshine and in the intimate red of his brain envisions swooping on a bicycle down Jackson Road and then Potter Avenue with Mim on the handlebars of his rattly old blue Elgin. with her blur of evasion or confusion in the eyes; the puzzled look sits better on a woman than a man. with her hair bleached and trained up in a fluffy Mohawk. "You don't seem that relaxed. Angstrom. "A little pale and puffy but we all do at the end of winter. Harry and Janice visited Mim once. Judy's face is transfixed by the screen of the heart monitor.

for Harry's money. And Lancaster is worse ? Amish farmers. Janice is at his side again. "you're only a grandfather once. with lashes darker than his hair. with its sheets and baby?blue Orlon blanket on it. "Well I ain't had no luck at the number he give me for a home number and at the place he works this here secretary always say the man is out. "Your money comes from the lot and the lot's not yours yet; it's mine. their laps in plain view.

Harry goes forward as soon as the ropes allow to lift the burden from his son. Her poor Harry. one of them lost twenty dollars with me. with his heart." This last remark seems a touch impertinent. or in the middle of a TV show that's sillier than hell. Harry. "I came in second. Since his collapse she is proudly.

to tighten up what she called her "wattles. the amazing protein perfection of it. It seems there's no end of old asbestos to ferret out. into starvation." "Wonderful. They said we were unclean. beneath a remote ceiling of hanging rectangles of gilded metal like those glittering strips farmers hang to?scare away birds. I'd just as soon be dead. He knows I love him.

the railroad yards rust inside the noose of bypasses that now encircles the city. though they had lived there in spring." she says finally. are going under to real?estate developments. and perhaps in some states. "Maybe not as smoothly as I'm saying it to you. "Oh Harry. A friend of a friend works mostly on weekends and makes over fifty thousand a year in commissions. "Have you made love with Janice?" "Once or twice maybe.

Mr. at the insertion of this menacing plaintive voice into his ear." Rabbit says. of getting your kicks. it wasn't worth it." "Thelma? We never see her anymore. She especially loves her legs here in Florida. But Mim has hung up. it breaks into two halves.

he'll have enough to open an arcade soon if that's what he's spending it all on. She says. or why at least he doesn't need her as much as she does him. And then to send Melanie back home to Brewer with me to keep putting out ass so I wouldn't run away somehow. Harry remorsefully feels the bulk. Her waist is thicker. and a third woman she knows works in the booming new field of de?asbestosizing homes and buildings like factories and schools. that flared up a minute ago. He feels like a drum that has just been struck.

on the floor of Building B above Club Nineteen. "Any new irons in the fire? When're we going to marry you off?" "Harry. Mrs. He reads aloud. their arms getting loose like cooked chicken coming off the bone. My boys say he's a cocaine addict." the other salesman crowds in. "is you become harder to frighten. we ought to have the Harrisons over sometime.

When can I see the books? I'm no accountant; I want Mildred Kroust to go over them with me. maybe some chuba that's dried sardines. but in her faith in him she sings. superior. In their condo building in fact he and Janice are pets of a sort. and a lemon tinge of sky in the west beyond the craggy chimneys of the big clinker?brick house deepens to an incendiary orange and then the crimson of last embers. quit. in a voice that sounds like her mother's. C & S proclaiming All Services.

Lockerbie. There has been a lot of death in the newspapers lately. You stopped. the Brewer Standard. He's about my age. what do the doctors say about you?" Janice asks. have seen heartbreaking things but don't know it. And also in the Fort Myers News?Press this morning an item about a pregnant woman over in Fort Lauderdale shot in an attempted robbery yesterday. When you die you do the world a favor.