In silence, as though overcome with modesty, the doctor hid his instruments and rolled them into a piece of black velvet.
There are decisions that we know immediately are good.
Simona’s view of the modern city dropped away as the cable car rose toward Città Alta.
There’d been a time, a couple of years ago, that Bobby’s Diner would be jam-packed during the noon hour.
The hammer fell in an arrhythmic pulse, like an old man’s heart, skipping a punch each time the chisel it hit dropped another inch into the device.
I never cared much about cars as a kid—never cared much about anything Dad liked.