Michael Malone - Weebly

shelling peanuts, driving cars, playing most sports,
baking bread; liked children, animals, colors, cloth, and
walking in the woods. She had never said so before; the
questions had never been asked. She liked wood
shavings, dancing, the mountains, the ocean, fire, and
clouds; she had loved to feed, rock, diaper, and play
with her twin sons when they were babies; she had
waited for them to come home from school when they
were older so that they could do things together. She
liked to hammer, cut with scissors, polish silver, and fix
broken things. She liked to sink in leaves or snow or
goosedown. She liked, he summarized, physical
sensations.
And, she thought to herself with surprise, she liked
Rich Rage.
"Your name stand for Sabrina?" he asked the
buttons on her cashmere blazer.
"Beatrice," admitted Beanie.
"Hell, that's even better. Dante tears the balls off
Milton any day.
Mine's really Richard Rage. I mean, it's not a
personal statement.