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From: | Lionel Phipps |
Subject: | [bug-serveez] motorboat concentrated |
Date: | Sat, 19 Aug 2006 21:54:04 +0200 |
Imean, for not believing Im a rotten
louse.
Well make him sign a paper he owes me ten
thousanddollars the minute the estate is settled. Youre that eager now, be damned if
I dont almost think youreglad of the excuse!
Shecomes out, a fixed smile on her lips, her head
high, her face setdefiantly. But mind you dont get drunk again, and let themget too
drunk.
Tyrone is still trying with shaking hands toget his
cigarette lighted. Ill disgrace him till hell be glad to come withme to shut me up.
Ive seen too God-damned many dawns creeping grayly over toomany dirty
windows.
Make him believe youre so drunk you dont remember
whathes done, so he cant suspect you told me. He didnt seem so lit up at the Inn,
but I guessI wasnt paying much attention. Jimwont have to wait for his half of the
cash till the estatessettled.
But its the only way I can see that has achance
now.
Wont I roar inside mewhen I see his face in the
morning! You can take your bad temper out on your sweetheart here. Why dont you pour
yourself a drinkand sit down?
I must be scheming to get myself soused, too.
ForChrist sake, quit the smut stuff, cant you! Then she goes inside, leaving the
door open. I thought when I left you really were dying on me. He picks up his
tumbler andpours a big drink.
Josie stops by the table in the living room to turn
down the lampuntil only a dim light remains. I must be scheming to get myself
soused, too. You can take your bad temper out on your sweetheart here. She bends to
give him an uneasy appraising glance. Be God, you ought to see what a stupidsheep
that makes him.
Her voice trembles with surprising meekness. Then
she goes inside, leaving the door open. Isnt that the way Ive feltwith every one of
them, after? Are you making excuses for him, you old fool! She sits on the top step,
pulling himdown beside her but on the one below. Tyrone pours a drink andsets the
bottle on the ground.
Imean, for not believing Im a rotten louse. Couldnt
you do anything to stop it,you old loon?
Ill try tocontrol my envy for your Broadway
flames.
Its his vanity about women, and his Broadway pride
hes sowise no woman could fool him.
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