These companies are simply paper companies . . . they farm out the contracts to the real builders.

The chairs were all a-row against the walls, with the exception of four or five which stood in a circle round the fire.

When Doris wasn't playin' the whale, she drank mineral oil and did the big job: choked a darkie—a large black bowel movement that wound four times around the bowl and pointed at both ends. She was proud of 'em, too. First time she called ...

On New Year's Day Mama bakes a cozonac. She hasn't baked one since my birthday in April, ages ago. I follow her into the kitchen to watch her knead and braid the dough.