Rabid obtainable chokeIt might require an entire surveillance system. She nodded, got up and took her coat off. In the meantime he went over to the table and ate a few mouthfuls. She joined him at the table. She wasn’t pretty, but had a good figure and marvellous blonde hair, which now shimmered in the light of the lamp. 6. The Nazi Low Riders tried to indoctrinate my sister. This is cheating — I didn’t know this until after I left. March tried to tattoo Jean with a homemade needle, and my sister, from his couch, kicked him in the teeth and ran away. “He’s going to be all right,” Jess said. It was a statement, not a question. Something’s blown against the house, I say, not wanting to mention a word of the cut-off leg that lives an independent life and kicks at doors in this part of the country. * * * In her ten-wordMoby-Dick board book, she above all loves the page that says CAPTAIN. She loves to find a ball in a picture, especially a ball that is green or blue. Of the six animal notecards of black and white drawings, she exhibits a strong preference for Penguin. She has not yet encountered a quantity of olives that is sufficient. When she makes a scribble on paper, the result makes her giggle. When she finds herself trapped in her crib and wants out, she calls out to me; when I enter the room, she says,“Eyes?” If we come upon a square or round of metal on the sidewalk, she wants nothing more than to stand on it, and then to go on standing there. At other times, in the apartment, she’ll set down a book, also so as to stand on it. When she sees a bottle of milk being poured out for her, she laughs. Little holds more interest than a set of stairs, or a handicap-access ramp. Always she is the first to notice the moon. You inherited it from me, little Eisa. ‘Do you believe in God?’ he asked me some miles down the road. Night had fallen by then. Real dark, country dark. “I know you don’t,” Anna said. “But there’s a delicate line here. We are about to embark upon a very fragile phase of our relationship. This is not about friendship. A friend would not be able to break the bond that you’re held by. A friend would not be able to let you go.” Your mom feels most at home inside it, says my aunt. Duncan stared at him in frustration. He was the messenger who never understood his messages. Duncan opened the box again, puzzling once more over the contents. Surely men weren’t dying for some ancient petrifications. He noticed now a sheet of paper that had fallen to the side of the box. It was addressed not to Franklin butTo My Noble Friends, followed by three Latin words,Audentes fortuna juvat, and signed, with a flourish familiar to Duncan,Sir William.Audentes fortuna juvat. Fortune assists the daring. “What’s her name?” “Coco … Be reasonable.” * * * They chase the butterfly through the night “Your sister,” said Kush. “It’ll be hers soon.” It’s great that you grabbed the bull by the horns. The young woman laughed.“My name is Consuelo,” she said. “And when you return, you can tell your people that in fact you never even saw me. I can see you clearly in the moonlight, but I have the moon behind me. It makes it easier for you to imagine that I’m the most beautiful.” Strange that one of the country’s highest peaks, up in the middle of a glacier, should be named after a plant: Hvannadalur. Valley of Angelica. It’s nice to imagine the glacier as fertile, bright, with a hint of green in its blue cracks. But there is fertility in the shelter of the glacier — lush vegetation and genuine glacial warmth — here in the wonderland of Skaftafell.. |