"Venus, which most people think is the next closest planet to our son, is not always closer, and besides, it is the planet of greatest mystery because of its thick cloud cover. 'I know what lies underneath those clouds,' Miss Ferenczi said, and waited. After a silence, she said, 'Angels. Angels live under those clouds.'" ( )

The magic of A FEAST OF LOVE surfaced in many of these stories, up to "Kiss Away."

Until then, Charles Baxter had avoided most modern novel cliches (clapboard houses, First Light, etc.).
But now, here comes the now obligatory description of animal death or horrific cruelty:
a predator tape, a THING I had never heard of and wish that I still had not been exposed to.

It's not about losing more innocence; it's about another realization that there is no end to men's cruelty.

I did not want or need to discover that in a book of Baxter's short stories.

I tore out all the pages and recycled them on my forest path. Trampled.