I'm Always Happy," Sasha Said. "sometimes I

And For An Instant He Would Remember Naples: Sitting With Sasha In Her Tiny Room; The Jolt Of Surprise And Delight He'd Felt When The Sun Finally Dropped Into The Center Of Her Window And Was Captured Inside Her Circle Of Wire. Now He Turned To Her, Grinning. Her Hair And Face Were Aflame With Orange Light. "see," Sasha Muttered, Eyeing The Sun. "it's Mine.

No One Is Waiting For Me. In This Story, I'm The Girl No One Is Waiting For.

...water Laughing Softly Down A Black Stone Wall.

I Had This Idea That I Could Hire Myself Out As A Person To Go On Archeological Digs And Dig, Without Any Training! I Actually Wrote To A Number Of Archeology Departments And Offered Up My Services.

It's Turning Out To Be A Bad Day, A Day When The Sun Feels Like Teeth.