（外文电子版资料）Charles L. Grant - Temperature Days on Hawthorne Street.pdf

Temperature Days on Hawthorne Street by Charles L. Grant juniper dying at the tips. What breeze there was in pressing heat only caused to quaver the watched, praying. There were ants, marching, but the man on the bottom step ignored their top of the gentle hill had emptied at the aftermath of the fight. no better than I am. Why the hell dont they come out? The milkman, he answered himself. Theyve figured the bogeyman milkman has done it again, and some of them believe it, and theyre as afraid as I am. brown eye toward the lawn. Gerry? it pecked twice again and flew off. Gerry? covered it and came down beside him. They must be tired of men beating their wives, he said quietly, waving his free hand toward the street. Not even old lady Greenes left her precious garden. Nearly four years ago he would have been a father for the second time. Gerry, Im sorry. guess Im not used to such heat in September. small girls shrieked by in pursuit of a dream; there were birds and clustering gnats, and a that came to a halt inches from the juncture of step and walk. Hi, he said, with Ruths thin lips and Gerrys heavy jaw. jeans. Put the bike away and wash up. Were going to eat; your mothers tired. She asleep? his son whispered loudly. No, Ruth said, keeping her eyes shut. Im recovering from shock. One of these days father just painted it last summer. house. How much time? And change those pants. Maybe the milkman will bring me a new pair. Ive sure messed this one up. do. eggs, and butter, he had added at the bottom of the note a mocking request for a clean shirt size and perfect color for the suit he had been planning to wear. if itll make you feel better, and Ill bet it will be gone the next time he comes. Okay? personally; she was wary of gifts from a man theyd never seen. Im going to get up before dawn just to give a stupid milkman back his shirt. Besi