NARRATIVE of WARD COURIER, Continued
July, 2009
RUSKIN, NY
It was hard keeping to my post on the super-soft bed. I started thinking about moving it so I could stand under the window and get a good enough look to be sure of what I was seeing. I am nearsighted at best, even with my glasses on. Every appliance around me was connected to another, it seemed, with wires and cords. The wrong move could topple night-tables and unplug devices. I half-knelt on the edge of the bed against the wall, ducking and craning to peer through the postage-stamp vantage between the roof and the awning below.
I could not believe what I was seeing. Surprises were to come.
The guy pulled back and left my view. In a minute, another guy came up to Lys. I swear he was a different guy, not only because he looked
