George Dawes Green

EDDIE, in the spectators' gallery, leans forward. Prospective Juror 224 has just said something that he couldn't hear. That in fact nobody in this courtroom could hear. Judge Wietzel asks her to move the mike closer.Juror 224 takes the neck of the mike and pulls it up to her. Then gives it a quick...

Romeo was driving down from tlie Blue Ridge Mountains in the baffling twilight, going too fast, when a raccoon or possum ran in front of the car. The impact was disturbingly gentle. No thud—just a soft unzipping, beneath the chassis. Still, it tore at Romeo's heart. He braked and pulled...