By John Solensten
Carrie. What? What! She is sad-eyed, wide-eyed as she moves toward him. Oh, the lovely high cheekbones, the wide and full soft mouth and the golden hair swept high on her forehead and the lovely tanned arms tapering from the blue gown into long fingers. Her whole body seems to flow inside the dark blue dress as she walks toward him, stunning him until he feels a little weak in the knees. Her face holds him. Something a little strange under the smooth sculpture of it--a something that says, Restless and Unhappy. He feels a quiver of sad joy inside himself as he whispers, "Oh, dear God!"