“A few miles away across the East River was the apartment he could never get used to, the job where he had nothing to do, the dozen or so people he knew slightly and cared about not at all: a… — L.J. Davis Copy Share Image
“Lowell's cubicle at the office was slightly larger than a toilet stall, but no higher, and although the door said MANAGING EDITOR, Lowell always… — L.J. Davis Copy Share Image
“You poor darling," said his wife, coming quickly to his side. She cradled his head against her breasts, a position he unaccountably loathed as… — L.J. Davis Copy Share Image
“He was a nice guy. That was the sort of thing you said about somebody you had nothing against and nothing in common with;… — L.J. Davis Copy Share Image
“A few miles away across the East River was the apartment he could never get used to, the job where he had nothing to… — L.J. Davis Copy Share Image
“Fortunately he had nothing resembling a plan, so he didn't have to worry about things not working out according to it. He simply let… — L.J. Davis Copy Share Image
