Mr. Lee'sHarry's gums were bleeding again. Rictussing in the bathroom mirror, he laughed the sad laughter of the dispossessed and felt his soft heart beat against his heavy ribs. He wiped condensation off the mirror, lifted his hand and looked at the blood-speckled razor blade he was holding. His teeth had never looked whiter.Mr. Lee's by farand
The blind date had been his mother's idea. Harry was seventeen and had never had a girlfriend, had never even expressed an interest in girls. His skin was a little grey and his eyes looked tired - no doubt because he spent his life in his dark room in front of his glowing computer screen - but he was good-looking. His face was symmetrical, well-proportioned, and framed by thick, natural blond hair. His mother couldn't understand why he was single. Was he homosexual? If he was, could she expect grandchildren?
'... I met her in the vegetable aisle,' his mother was saying through the door, 'can you believe it? She was picking out butternut squashes. At least we know sh