Hush Puppies

September, 1986

Or, how one man stilled the sound and the furryPaul was always in a fog immediately after awakening, so it took him a few minutes to realize something was amiss. He noticed first that it wasn't morning--there was no sunlight streaming in between the Hefty Steel-Sacks that lined the windows of his new tract house. Paul had come to like having gray trash bags on the windows. He had put them there himself as a stopgap bid for privacy and darkness until the new Levolors arrived. His wife, Sandy, did...