organic not in 56 so we charge out for the rusting green gates and break into our version of ladonna immobile. my name antonio and i sell ice creamio, down back your alley-o, the delirium of ice cream is undoubtable glee and to get your tongue around an dollop is to be instantaneous child-like again whatever your age to cop a mouthful of lusciouslily that magically matters opposites, fruits and dairy, tart and voluptuous, a shot of excitement meets a scoop of all's well. yes, doctor we know it makes us blist out babes again tripping down memory lane slurp luck suck even on occasions drool and slobber but it is more complicated than milky regression. and here's -- here's msk fisher, young msk fisher with her first husband, al fisher who has been assigned to a teaching job just before the war in strasburg and she's alone and a bit for loan and grumpy and here's what she does about it. in the morning in the soft sultry chamber in the sweaty overradiated room, sitting in the window peeling tangerines, peel them gently, do not bruise them as you watch soldiers pass and pass the corner and over the