The second slice came after 34 minutes.

A slice of coarse, tasty potato pancake came with this and most other dishes.

But slices of bad luck never come singly.

With the caponata came oven-hot slices of crusty Italian bread.

Two slices of cheese came next, the heat of the grill melting the cheese into the corn.

The remaining northern slice came from the safe Conservative constituency of Beaconsfield.

So happy hour, or a happy slice of history, came early at Wrigley.

But eventually I just had to have a piece of bread, a slice of pizza, a muffin, and the weight came back.

A last slice of sunlight from the westering sun came in the tall window and fell across him as if by accident.

Do not worry if the slices come apart.