Somehow it wasn’t altogether a surprise when Waldeck Brand and his wife bumped into Carlitta at a theater in New York in 1953. The Brands were six thousand miles away from their home in South Africa, 

Father was still drinking on Saturday, a few days before the Junior highschool graduation. He hadn't worked in over a month and he had been drinking nearly two weeks.

The night Coin Foreman was returned home from his wanderings, the Corinthian Baptist Church of Christ burned to the ground in a five alarm fire.

My sister married Leo Brady because he was a merchant seaman and made good wages, and because he was gone most of the time. She and her five-year-old boy had been living on the sales of her cable-car etchings that tourists to San Francisco picked over in the little art galleries and 

After George had gone off into the alcove, Mana stayed in the living room for another hour before she could bring herself to go to bed. She was too tired to do anything, and remained sitting at the table, staring in front of her. 

I had bought my ticket and was waiting for the L.A. bus when all of a sudden I saw the cutest little Mexican girl in slacks come cutting across my sight. She was in one of the buses that had just pulled in with a big sigh of air brakes and was discharging passengers for a rest stop.

It was a few weeks before Easter that Hadji read the cards for Levon Dai. “My heart is pulling for a sheep’s head stew,” she said one night after dinner. “It is eight years since I had kuluk, not since we left Cyprus, after the exile.” 

He came aboard at Loraine, Ohio, a small, thin man who despite the hundred degree August heat was dressed in a dark wool suit, with the coat buttoned, and who wore a tie, a white shirt, and a gray wool cap.

The Temples of Juno and Concordia, brown and wrinkled like the fingers of old men, stand on the hills overlooking the village of Porto Bianco. Where the column meets the cornice, grass grows, as hair out of the noses of the old men in the village beyond. Below, half 

Anusia, Anusieczka, Anusienieczka, my, was she—wasn’t she an enchantment! I was afraid to say it to myself, I wouldn’t do it. It happened once that I spied her as she moved to the window, and her skirt spread out like a flag, like a fold of the chiton of Nike of Samothrace, and she set her