maxie sat in the aqua vinyl chair. the new rolling stone was absently thrown across the formica tabletop. while maxie was noticing how some of the little gold specks in the tabletop closely resembled knute rockne, she dreww a quick breath. "i know that man," she told the baby with the beet-covered face. "i know that man in the magazine." the baby's moth opened and beets fell out.
(i found this original piece by me in a file of undated material, while cleaning out my home office.)