I'm cataloguing my books, and while doing my John D.
MacDonalds I noticed that the first lines of one in six had
something in common:
APRIL EVIL: The couple arrived in Flamingo, a town of twelve
thousand population on Florida's west coast, at about
eleven-thirty on the morning of the eleventh of April.
FREE FALL IN CRIMSON: We talked past midnight, sat in the
deck chairs on the sun deck of the Busted Flush with the
starry April sky overhead, talked quietly, and listened to
the night.
THE LONG LAVENDER LOOK: Late April.
SOFT TOUCH: When I got home at six o'clock on an April
Friday, the first hot day of the year, Lorraine's
copper-colored Porsche was parked crooked in the driveway,
keys in the ignition.
A TAN AND SANDY SILENCE: On the most beautiful day any April
could be asked to come up with, I was kneeling in eight
inches of oily water in the cramped bilge of Meyer's squatty
little cabin cruiser, the John Maynard Keynes, taking his
automatic bilge pump apart for the third time in an
hour.
I don't why he liked the month so much, but it seemed
unusual.
Bill
-- William Denton : Toronto, Canada : http://www.miskatonic.org/ : Caveat lector.
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