Sally Ball

When Gracie's in season she howls at ambulances; there are plenty of dogs around, but she wants an emergency vehicle. And who can blame her— such flashy lights are sure to mean a dynamo, that sound must prove a passion equal to her own. And skeptic [...]

Two girls dance out of the bathroom, twins in patent leathers, clattering into the empty diner, running along the counter spinning stools. Orange white orange white, chrome sides reflect booths and bus buckets in a woozy speedy swirl. Mom emerges, ke [...]