Man makes plans . . . and God laughs.

“Bina and Landsman were twisted together, a braided pair of chromosomes with a m…”

“We figure he must have let him out. The perpetrator, I mean. He's blind and we …”

“Every day is like a kid's drawing, offered to you with a strange mix of ceremon…”

“Rosa’s brush caught the rime of ash on his lapel, the missed button of his wais…”