Third person

Dinner with Dennis for the second time. Coming out of the ladies' room, I had the urge to admire him with the distance. He glanced at the girl across our table. Dennis and I—now both unaware of time—had our sight fixed on breathing objects. I would not have been jealous had the girl looked back at him with intention. She remained stolid; her attention absolute to her book.

Most checked out

Weekend (sort of) double bill

I'm a friend of Matthew's

The soul of Wit

The incandescent Jef

Sun-shower

Here for romance

Disco perfection

Welcome at any rate

Not my life's background music

The music in 'Agnes of God'