Sixteen Miles Outside of Phoenix
and if you want to talk pride, baby boy, I'd just as soon punch you in the gut. if you'd planned on bringing me to my knees with a word like cadence you should probably quit the business right now.
Panama City By Daylight
My daughter was in the tub. This was Tuesday: bath day. I had a far off look
on my face. My body was in the bathroom, kneeled, before her. My mind was
somewhere else: Memphis, maybe, or Moscow. "You're falling out of love with
him, aren't you?" she asked. And by "him" she of course meant
"you." "No," I said. "There are ebbs and flows in relationships. This is a time of ebb.
That's all." "You're not a very good girlfriend," she said, before
submerging herself under water. She was practicing holding her breath. I was
supposed to be counting the seconds.
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