You’re in a rowboat on a lake. It’s summer, early morning, and you’re seasick.

It was five o’clock when she got home, and still hot.

On Easter Sunday, my dad and I eat breakfast with my grandparents, Lulu and Papa, out on their deck.

Friend, let me tell you how it happened, just to clear up the lies and so forth that have been evaporating off of tongues and into this poisonous air.