"[All I wanted was a fayah show]"

[Fagan and Patricia]

"[Adiós, Señor Don Augusto]"

"[Fought with—dishes and—knives and forks]"

"[Dolores gazed down on her little world as it went to sleep]"

"[With loose reins rode off to his house]"

THE LITTLE GODS

PROLOGUE
THE LITTLE GODS

For the life of me, as I was sitting here this sunny, late-October morning, I could not write, a distressing condition, truly, for one who lives by writing.