Francis Cosine woke up from a nightmare way too early on a Saturday in August, and discovered he'd forgotten to make the list. Without the list, he had no idea what to do. What else could go wrong? Plenty, in this shopping saga of a personal apocalypse told in subway-surface style.
He woke up too early on a Saturday in August, with an emotion he was sure he'd never felt before. He sat up in bed and tried to classify it, but the mood eluded him. He yawned and stretched, looked at the clock, yes, eight o'clock too early. He could not go back to sleep. He sat up in the bed, and looked around the room. The clock was digital, it glowed in orange corners, resting on the dresser top beside the bed, next to the bending imitation bronze bed lamp. The walls were white, and there was nothing on them, except over by the door a poster of the General looking...