Bad News on the Doorstep - Ira Amos - Bog

My attention returned to the front door. A couple of holes allowed two dusty shafts of light access to the hardwood floor. My newspaper waited out there beyond those punctures and I wanted it. I didn't want a body lying on it. I didn't want blood on it. I did want to check the fight results of the Louis - Schmeling rematch. I did want to read the want ads. I did want... Well, there'd be no more in this lifetime.