I tell you, I felt like an elephant that night, the night of the harvest. Each furrow put on airs in the moonlight, and the stars were so much confetti that took more than one lifetime to fall … I blundered about, wondered where to sit; I asked after you. My trunk was so heavy— and can you . . .
Good Neighbors
He wondered how she knew about the Cheetos; he thought he'd washed the orange dust off clean. Did she note down each case of beef burritos the dry-ice truck delivered, sight unseen? And what about the Snickers bags? Did she use high-powered binoculars to scan? Did she note down each luscious . . .