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“Excuse me.” Her voice was filled with New York City, but I couldn’t pin down the borough. When I looked up, there was an hourglass figure in a polka dot halter-top, not quite doing the task it had been assigned. “Yes ma’am?” “Where does that trail go?” “That’ll take you down to where the North…

“When’d you actually put in your papers and make it official?” Brad asked. “‘Bout a month ago. Friday’s my last day?” “Well, Lordy Lordy.” They were sitting back in a corner of the restaurant in the Hilton down on 16th Street. They’d been getting together there for lunch every several months for fifteen years. Old…

For July in DC it was, what? “Like New Hampshire,” John said to himself as a stiff breeze swept across the outside cafe in Foggy Bottom. He’d been here with Sandra almost four decades. Still not used to the blanket of heat and humidity that pitched its tent in June and finally pulled up stakes…

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Sharon was sitting outside at La Fourchette. As Jeremy sauntered towards her, she felt the surge of sexual pleasure that had blossomed when they were teens in Branford, Minnesota. Even then she knew a romance could never be. He was gay. He adored her and she him. And they had talked it out so, so…

She was walking down 17th street. He was walking west on Kalorama. She shuddered when his huge frame turned the corner. He slowed, like a ferry drifting into a pier to disgorge its passengers. Then came the warm smile that never matched the face he could make so menacing. “Hi, Sally. Some time has passed…

By the time he was six or seven he knew he was special. His parents were gone and the long series of foster parents had had only an inkling of his superior intelligence. But he didn’t need them to tell him he was very, very smart. No more than he needed his overworked teachers to…

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In 1976 when I started the first grade in Harland, North Carolina, nobody had taught me to be afraid of people that were different. Dogs maybe, if they belonged to somebody we didn’t know. Or some cats. (Our twenty pound tom, Rufus, taught me to fear his claws and teeth if I pulled on his…

It was early June and I was sitting in the aisle seat of one of those little commuter planes that a three year old would have to bend down to get into. I’m not partial to those conveyances. Not sure I’ve ever talked to anybody that does like ’em. It was the big airport in…