By Robert Devereaux
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Maybe it took absence to awaken fondness. She flounced onto the bed and reached for the phone. Her heart pounded as the digits beeped. A ring, the interruption of the next ring, suspended time. ” Oh. A breath. ” “Is that . . is it June? ” “Great to hear your voice. ” Her forehead felt hot. She imagined that Joydrop could see her cheeks redden. ” “No, he went for a walk. ” June tried to be casual about the news but it disappointed her. She asked after everyone else, said she’d had a great time at camp (which was true), and took Joy’s bemused promise that she’d let Ward know she had called.
But you spout that shit when you’re eleven? ” Another button. Patti raised her hands but he brushed them off. Her midriff, flat and firm, peeked out. ” Ward nodded. ” It was hard to get it out. The air stifled. The bathrobe sash hurt his chest. There seemed no leeway at his wrists. ” Another button eased out of its hole. Mike’s hands now met across his girlfriend’s belly, his fingers dishragging the sweater. ” Patti whined like a child. He ignored her. ” Say no. Ward glanced at Timothy, looking worried and pale.
That’s not politician talk. This place is precious. If we were the sort to be tempted, we could get all kinds of rich and powerful here. Let the place go to hell, let the riff-raff in, those heartless developers. ” “That’s true, honey,” said Harold. His wife drove down Sheridan and swung left onto Main. Nicely preserved for . . what was she? Fifty-four? Wrong word. “Preserved” fit the ones whose wigs and thick cosmetics denied old age. But Thea had lucked out. There was a vigor about her despite her years, despite a quiet surrender to fat, the gradual loss of that slimness he’d first been attracted to in the Berkeley coffee houses back in the fifties when she’d read Ferlinghetti-inspired verse while her bored-beyond-words look fended off men.
A Flight of Storks and Angels by Robert Devereaux