They arrived early, spread a blanket on the grass, and waved at John, who was sitting at a picnic table, writing in his journal.

NEWYORKER: The Science of Sex Abuse

She waited while I carried it to her room, and watched as I took her sheets, a pillowcase, a heavy blanket, and a thin cotton waffle-weave spread from the linen closet.

NEWYORKER: The Reptile Garden