New American Stories (Vintage Contemporaries)

But now I know life is the one thing in the world that never runs out. I might run out of mine, and you might run out of yours, but the world will never run out of life. And we’re all very lucky to be part of something like that.

To say no to Ruby Hornaday would be to say no to the world.

solicitude

He feels like dry wood in my hands, but there is a strange light in his sunken eyes, like he has swallowed the sun.

assiduity.

temporizing.

forfend.

Each morning he clambers out of his closet and carries his traitorous heart down to the kitchen like an egg.

All around them the morning squatted unwelcoming with long trails of foiling distance.