What are you doing with the child?" I inquired cautiously. "I'm teachin' young James here the fine art of not pissing on his feet," he explained.

Once you've chosen a man, don't try to change him', I wrote with more confidence. 'It can't be done. More important-don't let him try to change you.

The colors of living things begin to fade with the last breath, and the soft, springy skin and supple muscle rot within weeks. But the bones sometimes remain, faithful echoes of the shape, to bear some last faint witness to the glory of what was.

And if your life is a suitable exchange for my honor, why is my honor not a suitable exchange for your life?

We have nothing now between us, save - respect, perhaps. And I think that respect has maybe room for secrets, but not for lies.

A hedgehog? And just how does a hedgehog make love?" he demanded. No, I thought. I won't. I will not. But I did. "Very carefully," I replied, giggling helplessly. So now we know just how old that one is, I thought.

Oh, womanly sympathy, love AND food?" I said, laughing. "Don't want a lot, do you?