We live in an electronic age that comes with a curse. The curse of living in a world where we are more connected but less engaged than ever before.
Fats Waller’s epilogue, “One never knows, do one?” furnishes a terse summary of these speculations.
They’re in Wade’s office. Just the three of them.
“You’re telling me that thing is a man?!” Wade asks, incredulously. In spite of Doctor Carson’s thorough DNA work-up setting open on his desk in front of him.… Read Full Article