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By Lisa Lenzo

A set of brief tales approximately Detroiters, or former Detroiters, together with a near-albino youngster, an angel, and the Zito relations.

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Shit, you got to move, man, don't move to Romulus. " "If you was white," one of the men in the back seat said. '" The three in the back seat laughed loudly and easily. I let myself smile but kept my own crazy laughter down in my belly. "I got one other question to ask you," the driver said. The laughter stopped. I could feel all the ground I thought we'd gained slipping away from us. " Page 7 The trouble that had been floating around grew bigger and clearer, pressed at the quiet. My vision started shrinking inward, I couldn't focus, I could hardly see.

It irked her that someone who didn't know her could bring back the layered water of her childhood. The flute's song had once again grown almost harsh when stabbing pains struck Eva's chest. Before she could catch her breath, she had left her body and become Thomas. Disoriented and dazed, Thomas floated a few yards above the flutist's head. Half the concert-goers were gasping. A dozen of them had leapt up and were bending over Eva's prostrate shell. The flutist still played, but Thomas could hardly hear him.

Page 22 <><><><><><><><><><><><> At supper that evening my appetite returned, and I ate more during that meal than I'd eaten all week. Afterward my whole family watched the news in the living room, gathered around the set: my little brothers, Danny and Zachary, sat to one side of me on the couch; my oldest brother, Michael, sat on the couch's far end; Arthur, who was twelve, a year older than me, knelt by the couch arm closest to the TV, my mother pulled up behind him in a dining room chair; and my father stood in front of us, to one side of the set, his gaze never leaving the screen.

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