Instead of crying, I put my inner wrists over my ears. My own pulse ignored me, like footfalls on a sandpaper rooftop.
The man upstairs is shaking the house. Repairs are not going well: patching rainholes with whisky and buttercream was his grandmother's strategy, and a bad one at that. _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
