And many a spice delightable

I have repaired the underarms in the sweater so many times it has the love-punished look of the blanky I slept with until age 9.

But what if feeding pigeons reveals contours of a large-scale affective militancy among older people in the public space? When as granarchists they pursue their publicly condemned practice of feeding the pigeons, old women really do take on joggers, park wardens, and the like.

Potato and cheese sitting warm and comforting in her stomach, Wren unfolded the newspaper in front of her, to give a reason to stay at the table, took a last sip of her overbrewed and undercaffeinated coffee...