““In that house I built a bonfire that illuminated the fecund earth around it. And in that split-level my friend Tommy, only eight teeth left in his whole head, dug a huge illegal grave to bury his father's packhorse. He marched that sumpter into the dark study and shot its head on the left so it would fall right. That night, as if to argue with the day, Karen and I made love on the front lawn of the mansion one cul-de-sac down, four feet away from what would be a window cracked open to allow the outside in.””
