You would think that a department responsible for recovering readers from falling into the illusory realities of their books would merit an office in a less obvious state of disrepair.

“Come in,” she said...

“Maggie’s sleeping with this big honcho artist at Irvine, Philip Guston.” “You’re kidding. Philip Guston, for real?” Kirk nodded. “She’s his favorite and they’re like doing it and I confronted her about it and she wouldn’t say yes b

...politely.

...roiling...

Mary Jo told me to hire somebody to marry us in a ceremony in the living room up at the house on Fairlawn. This was to take place in two days. Her divorce was final, and she had to get married or else it was all over for her child custody. I guess I was

...squeeching...