Bob had spread it himself, in a farcical version that was very different from what Verna herself remembered.

NEWYORKER: Stone Mattress

While Sall made herself busy in the kitchen, I would sit in the dining room with the paper spread out on the table, or I would listen to the radio, staring out at the garden and fiddling with the dials to get a better signal.

NEWYORKER: The Cold Outside