“The new wallpaper looks pretty,” she called out to me. The back-door screen made a veil for her face. “What are you doing out there by the ash can?” “Nothing,” I told her. Bees were in the grass and the afternoon sun warmed my face and arms. I had just found the mint.”

“The new wallpaper looks pretty,” she called out to me. The back-door screen made a veil for her face. “What are you doing out there by the ash can?” “Nothing,” I told her. Bees were in the grass and the afternoon sun warmed my face and arms. I had just found the mint.”

— Wally Lamb