Word: couchful
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Kevin, who had not known that his mother was in Iran, was given only 20 minutes advance notice of the reunion. "There was a lot of kissing and hugging, but there were no tears," Mrs. Timm recalled later. The two sat on a couch, and "we never quit holding hands, like we had a permanent attachment to one another." An Iranian television crew filmed the meeting, while a few of the militant captors watched in silence. They let the reunion last for 45 minutes...
Evidence of psychological damage is still sketchy, and most survivors' children seem to be functioning well. Says Minna Davis, co-founder of Chicago's Association for the Children of Holocaust Survivors: "There is nothing serious enough to land us on a psychiatrist's couch, but we do walk around with part of us missing." In many survivors' homes, ominous silences and gaps in the family history created a somber approach to childhood and an aura of tragedy about adult lives. Says one survivor's daughter, who is now raising her own family in Naperville...
With the first of many legislative chores--preparing and presenting the department's 1981 budget for the Congress--behind her,' Hufstedler seems to have settled well into her new role. "The difficulty," the 5 ft. 2-in. charcoal-haired Hufstedler says as she sits on a couch in her office, "is that all of these things have to be done at the same time." But, she insists, "we're not having any trouble putting it together beyond the routine things. It takes time to move people from one building to another," she explains...
Want some coke? asked a man at the door. The music pounded loudly out by the pool. Inside, a different record played soft rock. They sat on a fat leather couch across from a blonde woman who drank her champagne in gulps. What do we do now? asked Rick. We mingle, replied Sammy...
...Chicago, the big city by a lake where you live for the weekends when you can take a gal out for an evening, a good dinner, wine and music, and then go dancing before you drive her home, slip inside her door, mix drinks and plant yourself on the couch, waiting for her to drop her skirt, grab you by the collar and whisper what she loves about your body as her tongue traverses the length of your silk tie while you try the dials on her bra, fumbling and breathing heavy until the fantasies you had sitting in traffic...