serene, while the helpless crowd and remnant of the fire bri­ gade were clumsy, violent. But what of Fiona ... and me? In all their shock and fear, did those in the bus give a passing thought to Fiona and me? For ... edge of the crowd, Fiona like a swooping female swan and I in my beige cord trousers and white pullover ...

gaze not unlike the cattle's. Lorraine had probably lain there quite unconscious for an hour ... kindly sit on her? Drinkwater looked at him but said nothing. Lorraine half raised herself up on elbows. ... seat, finding it hard to rise in the swaying wagon. He goes over to Lorraine with a nervous hesitation, ...

Page 11 from Issue 83 Fiona parted the parlor curtains: Kenneth Munro's car was turning ... the television, the signals bouncing badly off the mountain tonight. Fiona loathed the program. When ... caught. Of course she could phone him first, but that was not the same thing, was it? Fiona had shared ...

achievement. It ap­ peared she was working as hard as Amay. They both had the same drive. Fiona rose and ... surprised. "Maybe she is clean­ ing it for us." "No," said Fiona ... there?" I asked. "Precisely what you hear," Fiona said. "She is having a bath. ...

confidences. Lorraine slid forward in the rickety kitchen chair that squealed under her thick body's ... weight. "You know what he did last night?" Fredonia asked Lorraine. "Naw, ... don't know she a child." "Freddie, leave the child alone," Lorraine ...