Cutting with the dull side of the knife.


Shootout at the circus.


He was laughing, the grin on his face stretched as far as his muscles could possibly take it. But his eyes, his eyes were not the eyes of someone who was amused.


I remember the first time I took Dean to the old wooden dock at the end of Oak Street. We were seniors in High School and he had just started to call upon Ms Laurel Frank. It was the first really warm day of spring and I decided to show him how to haul the haddock nets out of the water. My brother Seymore had left two nets down near the dock when he left for Easton the previous fall.


Victorian Profanity


I did not come here for the sake of vanity.


Did he eat the Blarney Stone?
And they'll say "Hey, look at the guy with the wrinkled sweater, let's not give him any of our gold."