Three cars, and I’ve lived with
twice that many women.

“We say stone has a memory,’’ Rodney says.

I put the bacon into the pan.

It lies there, lank and perfectly relaxed.

 

The professors with their words.
the secretaries with their papers
and the service people with their labor

“Uh.” Wayman says. “I think my car has been stolen.”
Well, the voice demands, has it been stolen
or hasn’t it? “I guess it has.’” Wayman says.