: About Me

PRAYERS OVER THE DESCOPIES 1 WALKAWAY LOAN Polo watched the desert floor rise beneath the great silver bird. The earth was dusty and striated and red and brown. The plane settled down on the runway. It was a smooth landing, evoking a few rounds of applause from appreciative passengers. Their gratitude did not stop the big aisle-and-compartment-rush-and-wait. This went ahead, along with the cellphone calls, seat leans, and the exchanges about place and time and travel fatigue. Polo stayed seated and silent until the line had moved well forward. Having systematically developed a constitution...