How long could I go on working in constant pain in this kind of job? ... When I finally limped across the garage with laces flopping, the office was illuminated only by the brilliant red and white Honda sign over the door. ... He jingled his keys and smiled. ... I sighed as we headed to our carsahis a#39;86 Accord, my a#39;87 Prelude. ... I immediately groped for the window handle to release the stale, parked-all-day air.
|Title||:||Getting Up Is Hard to Do|
|Publisher||:||Wanda James - 2000|