A girl came in the cafe and sat by herself at a table near the window. She was very pretty with a face fresh as a newly minted coin if they minted coins in smooth flesh with rain-freshened skin, and her hair black as a crow's wing and cut sharply and diagonally across her cheek.
All I know is that young boys sleep late and hard.
There isnt always an explanation for everything.
Have faith in the Yankees my son. Think of the great DiMaggio.
Details make stories human, and the more human a story can be, the better.
It's silly not to hope. It's a sin he thought.