The New Tattoo

The New TattooMilk, eggs, cigarettes, the paper. As Frank Robins enters the Micro Mart, he nearly stumbles over Alice Kibbert, who is squatted near the door, putting together the sections of the Sunday New York Times. He stands over her, panting, sweating lightly, as she collates the different piles of newsprint, the "Arts and Leisure" section, "Book Review," "The Week in Review," and so on. Alice looks up at him sullenly, and Frank smiles at her. She thumps a compl...