It seems to me that she might, by merely sitting quietly at his side, saying little and looking less, get nigher his heart.

After passing off the bracelets to Thanh and me, one of the elders then shoved into my hands a mason jar of the Montagnard moonshine that had gone down like Drano the night before last, cleaning out all my pipes.

One of us needs to verify the source. — Will do, but I could use some help.

I am talking about a way of regarding our world as amenable to investigation and interrogation without magic keys, special jargons and instruments, curtained-off practices.