In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"The lady in the green house sits on her porch every day at the same time I take my walk through the neighborhood. We never "catch eyes," she's been watching me since I turned onto Argyle Street. as I've been watching her. From the sidewalk I see her hair. once black, and now mostly gray, pulled into a loose bun."
The Angle: Vol. 1992
, Article 29.
Available at: https://fisherpub.sjfc.edu/angle/vol1992/iss1/29