Over the bender, said Wisp, with a laugh, tossing his thumb over his left shoulder as he spoke.

I've got gamophobia, Anne said. That's fear of marriage. I should've gotten it a lot sooner. My marriages had the shelf life of buttermilk.

The draw is on Saturday.

A mysterious woman who shows up at a funeral more droopily festooned in black than the widow is making what is known as a fashion statement.