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Like Graceland

Like Graceland Like Graceland Graceland Sharon Pomerantz fiction Harrison Miller's wife stood in the shallow end of the pool surrounded by her admirers. From his chaise on the deck, Harrison could see the men's chests and shoulders, their heads bent toward her, faces expectant. Courtney wore a red bikini; her long dark hair was piled on top of her head and held in place with a large silver barrette, and her hands were on her hips. All five men towered over her, and she smiled slightly as she shifted her attention from one to the other, her eyes hidden behind enormous sunglasses. Then the tallest of the group, with the darkest, thickest head of hair, swooped down like a giant bird, picked up Harrison's wife, threw her over his Photograph by Gabriel Bulla SPRING 2007 / THE MISSOURI REVIEW 91 shoulder and carried her upstream. Shrieking, she pounded on his back, her legs fluttering in protest, but by the time they got to the middle of the pool, she was laughing. The man put her down in water that came up several inches above her waist; slowly he slid the strap of her bathing suit off one shoulder and then http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png The Missouri Review University of Missouri

Like Graceland

Pomerantz, Sharon.
The Missouri Review , Volume 30 (1) – Apr 25, 2007
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Like Graceland Graceland Sharon Pomerantz fiction Harrison Miller's wife stood in the shallow end of the pool surrounded by her admirers. From his chaise on the deck, Harrison could see the men's chests and shoulders, their heads bent toward her, faces expectant. Courtney wore a red bikini; her long dark hair was piled on top of her head and held in place with a large silver barrette, and her hands were on her hips. All five men towered over her, and she smiled slightly as she shifted her attention from one to the other, her eyes hidden behind enormous sunglasses. Then the tallest of the group, with the darkest, thickest head of hair, swooped down like a giant bird, picked up Harrison's wife, threw her over his Photograph by Gabriel Bulla SPRING 2007 / THE MISSOURI REVIEW 91 shoulder and carried her upstream. Shrieking, she pounded on his back, her legs fluttering in protest, but by the time they got to the middle of the pool, she was laughing. The man put her down in water that came up several inches above her waist; slowly he slid the strap of her bathing suit off one shoulder and then

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