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From: | Vivian Gilmore |
Subject: | [Bug-sweater] turtle |
Date: | Mon, 28 Aug 2006 00:56:30 -0400 |
She had insisted on having her dinner first so that
she might watchthe others eating theirs. Id like her as a flavouring, not as a dish.
Leander didnt tell you before he died that he wanted any specialname, did he,
Lorraine? But Klondike Lesley was notoriously hardto please. But Young Grandmother
did notcare what they thought any more than Old Grandmother did.
Theywere all Lesleys or married to Lesleys. She
looked very young and fragile inher black dress. No use trying to fit this
exasperatingrelative with a wife.
She cried upon the slightest provocation. She had
been biding her moment, like a watchful cat, to give atimely dig.
Aunt Mary Martha-over-the-bay, the only onewho
could have answered, had been dead for ten years. Dont you remember Great-Uncle
Marshalls Sylvia wentinsane?
A tiny, shrunken, wrinkled thing with flashingblack
eyes.
Aunt Mary Martha-over-the-bay, the only onewho
could have answered, had been dead for ten years. She would have done that if she
had beendying.
Of course the cats were present at the festivity
also.
She had got square with Leah for manicuring her
nails. The pig thats bit squeals, retorted Old Grandmother.
Nina supposed there was a joke somewhere but she
could never findit. It wasstill keeping excellent time and Old Grandmother got out
of bedevery night to wind it.
Nothing more was said about missionaries. Klondike
Lesley was known to be a woman-hater.
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