An Unexpected Visitor at Midnight
Skepticism always whetted the excitement of meeting someone. Endlessly the ads and requests of cynics had alleviated the fantasy of days.
I added my address and enjoyed my guilt as privately as my
A Chance Encounter at a New England Restaurant
charles sat on his hands, one could say nervously. He remembered his hands as cold as New England mornings, a chill that used coffee and anxiety as an aperitif. The roar of the restaurant quieted
