Each time Clarisse came around to fill my glass, I kept my eyes on my plate, unable to look at her.

NEWYORKER: Sweetheart Sorrow

Neither spoke for one or two turns, but presently Barbara raised her eyes to his face, and asked abruptly: 'Why did you look at me so?

NPR: Excerpt: 'An Infamous Army'

At exactly the same moment, Sall came through, her eyes bleary, an odd, faraway look on her face.

NEWYORKER: The Cold Outside