“The following afternoon, alone in their room, and oppressed by not yet having made the promised call to Connie...”
“The afternoon had made them tranquil for a while, as if to give them a deep memory for the long parting the next day promised.”
“Kelly?” Owen called, “You want breakfast?”“Does Gabe have pants on yet?”“I’m on it,” Gabe promised.“Then yeah.”
“Connie, have you been trying to call me?" No Archie. "Well, my phone has not been ringing all day, and I thought it might have been you.”
“There's a certain slant of light,On winter afternoons,That oppresses, like the weightOf cathedral tunes.”
“One afternoon, when I was four years old, my father came home, and he found me in the living room in front of a roaring fire, which made him very angry. Because we didn't have a fireplace.”