Summary of the Book 'Itsy Bitsy Spider':
Excellent short piece about the bizarre but not so distant future when the elderly get robot prosthetics and care.
Excerpts from the Book 'Itsy Bitsy Spider':
... or the Goltzes across the street, who might be headed to Penny Lanes to bowl a few frames, or the hospital to die. There was a beach chair with blue ...
... like to see Mr. Fancy, please. The old man's house had worse manners than he did. He knows I'm coming, I said. I sent him several messages. Which ...
... to talk me into finding him again, even though after a while it only made me mad at her. For the past few years, she'd been warning me that I'd developed ...
... up to my waist. The table was full-sized it had two normal chairs and a booster chair. Opposite this was a bed with a ruffled Pumpkin Patty bedspread. ...
... to ask you to leave. It was the shock of seeing the bot, I told myself - I'd reacted like a hurt little girl. But I was grown woman and it was time ...
... she had to go on was whatever lies he had told her? So how bad is he? She gave me a sad smile and shook her head. Some days are better than others. ...
... interested to hear how accurate you think the recipe is. I suppose you know how I like it? She chuckled. So does he need the money? The microwave ...
... to say or do. Since there was a cup in my hand, I took a sip. For an instant the scent of tea and dried oranges carried me back to when I was a little ...
... me. We have company, Daddy, said the bot, in a four-year-old trill that took me by surprise. A lady. I can see that it's a lady, sweetheart. He ...
... name. I had never been Jennifer Johnson. Well, Ms. Johnson, he said, hooking thumbs in his pants pockets. The water in my toilet is brown. I'll... ...
... said the bot. I believe she voted for Nixon, so she has no reason to complain now. Apparently satisfied that the neighbor weren't sneaking up on us, ...
... years on the road. But I think it might have been for the best. I was only forty-eight. Too old for Hamlet, too young for Lear. My Hamlet was very ...
... I am! But she had distracted him. I could see confusion begin to deflate him. Be your tears wet? Yes, faith. I pray... weep not. If you have poison ...
... hacked the bananas into chunks the size of walnuts. She tried to get him to tell me about the daylillies blooming in the back yard and the old Boston ...
... I was very... touched. He's usually a lot happier. Sometimes he works in the garden. The bot pulled the blankets aside and swung her legs out ...
... He said he'd leave the house to me. I know you could contest that, but I'll need to sell in order to pay for my twenty year maintenance. No, no. That's ...
... in which members renounce the technologies of human civilization. Marginalized by these newcomers, the planet's original inhabitants are resisting the ...
... to something closer, something en route. So who do you send to force introductions on an intelligence with motives unknown, maybe unknowable? Who ...
... Dead Center might hope to understand the Bleeding Edge. You send them all to the edge of interstellar space, praying you can trust such freaks and retrofits ...
... participates in science fiction workshops, such as Clarion and The Sycamore Hill Writer's Workshop. He has served on the New Hampshire State Council ...