Page 115 from Issue 20 Once again we separated in the dark empty nave of the squat church, Fiona ... at the symmetry of taste and feeling that pulled Fiona and me apart and drew us to altars so nearly ... opposite in color, mood, design. Smiling, hands in pockets, I could hear Fiona breathing quietly and could ...

the squat church where one candle, I knew, was still burning. St. Peter in stone. No wonder Fiona ... case of my wife, how could Fiona help appreciating a face whose exact replica we had seen and admired ... with its delicacy and strength and pleasing malice, had invariably caused Fiona to hold her breasts ...

waters? A single gasp went up then from the serious faction of the crowd, Fiona squeezed my hand and held ... firemen began, like lunging turtles, to tie together two slender ladders with strips of wire. Fiona put ... Fiona's efforts on their behalf, were apparently unaware of the willpower she was now exerting. Yet might ...

brought the brown with him. Fiona could not imagine him crawling along a highway or barking either. What ... a reputation for lesser violence. Fiona glanced out the front window: she hadn't seen Munro all day. ... to?" Millie said. "Well, that's the point." Fiona took a sip of tea. It was ...

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