In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
“The first time I robbed Tiffany’s it was raining. I remember because after I left her house I stopped to check the time when my pocket watch slipped from my hand to the ground. The rain violently splashed over and around the watch as if it was trying to erode the gentle gold backing into something fiercer. I picked up the watch and caught a quick reflection of her house on the back. Even in the gold backing the house looked pale, maybe the rain stole its glitter. Maybe I did.”
The Angle: Vol. 1998
, Article 4.
Available at: http://fisherpub.sjfc.edu/angle/vol1998/iss3/4