Carly met Robert at a local Waikiki chapter AA meeting, so her parents immediately worried the two would come to no good together. It wasn’t the drinking so much as the fact of weakness which it evidenced, in which they would only reinforce each other, her father said. “That’s all she needs - to hook up with another loser,” was what he actually said. Carly’s father was a tour bus driver with a high school education. He was determined to give his daughter every opportunity he’d never

"Dennis?” she whispered. “Are you sleeping? Wait, please…. Don’t leave me behind.”

Dennis couldn’t figure this out at all. Every night, Maile insisted he come to bed with her, even when he wasn’t sleepy and would rather stay up and read the paper or watch television. Still, he would go up with her - just one of the many small accommodations he’d made during these last difficult months - and as soon as he started to doze, she wanted to wake him up.

Maile and Dennis ran a bed-and-bre

Brian thinks the reason his wife can’t have a baby is she’s too repressed. From his desk behind the glass partition of the City Room, he can see her hunched over the Sunday copy for the Women’s Page, working up a layout. Even in this ordinary, sedentary pose, there is something restrained, something painfully reserved about her. She seems pulled into herself, oblivious to the clack and clatter of the typewriters about her, the angry, urgent shouts emanating from the composing room as the d