fiction

At breakfast while Ilse was talking about the Kreutzer concer which as a girl she had attended with her father, whom they all affectionately called Fado; or about the time when Fado had shaken Mahler's hand in Vienna (or had it been Mengelberg's);or the time that Fado had explored ther uins of the old castle at ...

Miss Hackenwell poured herself another glass of Chianti.

The strangest and most beautiful thing in the world happened to James, all of a sudden.

Even as he re-read the words, he could summon no belief, no sense of reality

Mrs. Johnson and her daughter Mildred lived alone in a tall, narrow house, and took every precaution to ensure a life of propriety and solitude.

It was a feeling that brought my mind from sleep.

The day shift at the potato chip plant quit at five o'clock.

The Saturday morning wind blue hot and dry down the street...