1.09.2007

Tingly, Stinging Moments on the Train

From this morning around 7:45 a.m., courtesy of Lorrie Moore's "Two Boys":

When tenderness ended, there was a lull before the hate, and things could spill out on to it. There was always so much to keep back, so much scratching behind the face. You tried to shoo things away, a broomed woman with a porch to protect.

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