Maybe I hadn’t even made it into the news, though. A woman getting shot in the arm because of a misunderstanding with the police wasn’t really that interesting
“If I were a friendly sort of guy who knew how to communicate, what would be the right thing for me to say now?”
“Kaylie won’t get it. The subtlety of color, how it affects mood and energy. This is going to turn out wrong, all wrong”
Papa holds out his hand. “Brother Garcon,” he says in greeting. He will not dip his head, for the icon the man wears on a thick gold chain
“I’ll give up the editing, and that way I won’t have to deal with people.” That remark trailed off on a note of revulsion mixed with despair
“Zoberman’s is the best eatery in town. Who said we have to make ourselves crazy just because some young big shot decides to copy us?”
