I'd fatten her with smiles. Who painted buildings like Roualt men. He went away. My laughter tired Lillian after a time she found a man who only smiled. Only Sloopy stay and stayed.
Old men walk their dogs.
Some are walked so often that their feet leave little pink tracks in the soft gray snow. Women fur on fur elegant and easy only slightly pure hailing cabs to take them round the block and back. They must have thought me crazy screaming Sloopy Sloopy as the snow came falling down around me. I was a madman to have stayed away one minute more than the appointed hour. I'd like to think a golden cowboy snatched her from the window sill, and safely saddlebagged she rode to Arizona.