|Kurt Vonnegut. The drunk backed away from her, from Luby, from Luby's thug. He |
did nothing to help her, only wanted to get away. But Harve Elliot was out of his
car and running at Luby before his wife could stop him. Harve hit Luby once in ...
|In "Look at the Birdie," a quack psychiatrist turned "murder counsellor" concocts a novel new outlet for his paranoid patients. The stories are cautionary they also brim with his trademark humour.|