Thousand: Six Hundred Twenty-Three

we will look forward to getting together over coffee and donuts, we will begin to think we cannot live without each other because it is a lonely, frightful world and when you find a true friend you wonder how you made it all the days the days the days of struggling against phonies.” The girl unclenches her jaw, unbunches her fist. “My name is.” Is she really going to say it? “My name is Lou.” It’s disconcerting watching the creature’s face. Even when it responds directly to something the girl says, she can’t tell by looking. It’s like the nerves