“They won’t fit over my fat pampers,” he half mum- bled, half spat. Bowl bearing, he stumbled away. And seething, she followed.

THERE BENEATH THE BLUE SUBURBAN SKYS

“Look. Whaddya think you get for this place? They just knock down and put something decent. Sell for million twenty, twenty-five to some damn fool. So you get six-eighty? Let me help you. I take off your hands for eight-fifty. I do what I can. She get all anyway. You know. And Benny. I know you do right for Benny. Benny? Benny. Benny! Say hi to Avram! Willya, my useless eater sweetheart?"