Page 126. " all you see is the Big Dipper "
Page 126. " cornucopias spewed tumorous gourds on the cidertable "
Page 126. " over their chiffon shoulders "
Page 127. " and taffeta skirt that night "
Page 128. " polite conversation, the kind beautiful young women make with dukes during waltzes in old movies "
Page 128. " She held herself very straight, like Audrey Hepburn "
Page 128. " ended up by the bleachers "
Page 128. " Mr. Durid, Dean of Students, opened the voting for Homecoming King and Queen "
Page 129. " 'Peach schnapps,' Trip Fontaine explained years later "
Page 129. " He had purchased the liqueur with a fake I.D. "
Page 130. " as though her soul escaped through her lips, as the Renaissance believed "
Page 130. " sad Brussels-sprout flavour "
Page 131. " the flagpole that had flown at half-mast the day Cecilia died "
Page 133. " donated in memory of Laura White "
Page 136. " Songs of Faith, by Tyrone Little and the Believers, Eternal Rapture, by the Toledo Baptist Choir, and Singing Thy Praises, by the Grand Rapids Gospelers "
Page 136. " Handel's Messiah. Mozart's Requiem. "
Page 137. " insisting, as the Twelve Steps mandated, that he was a changed man "
Page 137. " Lux was still wearing the Miss America tiara "
Page 138. " I reamed this guy today. Cross-body block. "
Page 139. " the Little Club, the Yacht Club, the Hunt Club. They drove through The Village "
Page 139. " had given way to Thanksgiving "
Page 139. " proceeded down Cadieux "
Page 139. " cottages for summer help "
Page 139. " turned onto Jefferson, passing the War Memorial "
Page 139. " 'Pay dirt,' he said. "
Page 141. " jellied beef of school cafeteria meals "
Page 142. " a Biedermeier chair and a pink chintz Chippendale sofa "
Page 142. " Inside American History, amid spasmodic notes "
Page 144. " We never learned which albums were condemned at that auto-da-fe "
Page 144. " Will Timber, who was geting a grape pop "
Page 144. " all the way to Mr. Z's, the party store on Kercheval "
Page 145. " Raccoons were attracted by its miasmic vapors "
Page 145. " gave off a sulfurous stench "
Page 145. " Through the bronchioles of leafless elm branches "
Page 146. " wrapped in a Hudson's Bay blanket "
Page 146. " risking statutory rape charges "
Page 147. " Dan Tyco, with his tackle's neck "
Page 148. " delivered the phrase with a Brooklyn accent "
Page 149. " Vinegar proved useful, as did tomato juice "
Page 150. " every sight had deja vu written all over it "
Page 150. " snatch up a Reader's Digest "