Sublime

“Be careful,” he whispered. “Don’t give the poor old guy a heart attack.” “I’ll tell him you were worried,” I said. Harry laughed, then sobered. “Be careful, Lauren. Bankole is probably all right. He seems to be. But, well.… Yell if anything goes wrong.”

svelte

He also thought it was peculiar that both boxes of fudge, the one from Louise and the one from Captain Brownley, had been wrapped in the same gold paper and tied with the same kind of flexible gold string. A few days later, when he was limping around the hospital corridors, just to get out of his room, he went into the hospital gift shop. There was

asperity.

sat down in what had been Larry’s chair across from the old man, and said, “Hello, Mr. Bianchi. My name and number are written on your boy’s forehead.” The old man started looking around for his muscle. Albert jerked a thumb toward the back and said, “He’s in the john.”