HarperCollins e-book extra: Who Is Wally Lamb? The author addresses the National Endowment for the Arts.
1 On the afternoon of October 12, 1990. . .
2 One Saturday morning. . .
3 When you’re the sane brother. . .
4 The maximum-security Hatch. . .
5 Thomas and I are going. . .
6 I read the note. . .
7 Thomas and I meander. . .
8 When my brother and I graduated. . .
9 “Come in, come in. . .’
10 Thomas and I have been to three. . .
11 It was musical chairs and months-old. . .
12 Any sane man would have. . .
13 The Indian cemetery that abuts the sprawling. . .
14 Dr. Patel had warned me she might. . .
15 “Hold these, please,” Dr. Patel said, handing. . .
16 Ma was thrilled to have us back home. . .
17 “Mr. Birdsey, tell me about your stepfather.”. . .
18 The summer Thomas and I worked. . .
19 Dell Weeks never drank before noon. . .
20 Ray jerked my brother around. . .
21 It was after two the next afternoon. . .
22 I was outside in front, waiting. . .
23 When my stepfather warned me not. . .
24 The next day, Dessa and I drove out. . .
25 “Almond, peanut butter, or crunch?”
26 Beep!
27 The thump outside woke me up.
28 GOD BLESS AMERICA!
29 Leo approached my stepfather, holding. . .
30 “Carry the corpse,” the monkey says.
31 The History of Domenico Onofrio Tempesta,. . .
32 Rain drummed against the car roof.
33 The hellish voyage aboard the SS Napolitano. . .
34 Dr. Patel said it was lovely to see me again.
35 For two nights now, no sleep.
36 “So he drags her to the bridge, shoves her. . .
37 I left Signora Siragusa’s boardinghouse. . .
38 I closed the door on the pounding rain, the wind.
39 That was the night the Monkey told me. . .
40 Sheffer was late, as usual.
41 My wife and I never discussed. . .
42 Ray and I sat side by side in the. . .
43 After that victorious banquet. . .
44 I spent the next several weeks tying up. . .
45 And so, by digging that poor. . .
46 Thomas and I float below the Falls, easing. . .
47 Leo’s racquet scooped low for the shot.
48 There’s more, of course.