26 September 2008. Yellow dappled light on brownish gray. Larry's truck, lodged at curb, wheel turned in to blunt roll. Meanwhile, on his haunches--a narrowish black dog, red collar, positioned at very center of double 7-eleven door--waiting. While the "open" sign for Clean Living Cleaners forges ahead, in italic, motionless...
Like the economy. "We're talking about point two per cent." "Round it off to two trillion...," voices in the near distance, adjusting figures, as in checkers, or mah jong--a morning's romp...
Ivy Day in Committee Room, Joe Hynes maybe. Or Mr. Henchy.
"He took two bottles from the table and, carrying them to the fire, put them on the hob. Then he sat down again by the fire and took another drink from his bottle. Mr. Lyons sat on the edge of the table, pushed his hat towards the nape of his neck and began to swing his legs..."
And Ben Webster, when we need him...
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