The New Generation of Classic Short Stories

Vol. 13, No. 2

The Nice Little People

by Kurt Vonnegut

It was a hot, dry, glaring July day that made Lowell Swift feel as though every germ and sin in him were being baked out forever. He was riding home on a bus from his job as a linoleum salesman in a department store. The day marked the end of his seventh year of marriage to Madelaine, who had the car, and who, in fact, owned it. He carried red roses in a long, green box under his arm.
     The bus was crowded, but no women were standing, so Lowell's conscience was unencumbered. He sat back in his seat and crackled his knuckles absently and thought pleasant things about his wife.

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