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From: | Andy Ayers |
Subject: | intoxicated |
Date: | Tue, 12 Sep 2006 03:35:21 +0200 |
Every window was loved for some special bit
ofbeauty to be seen from it. The old loyalties of home were stillpotent Isuppose
the next one here will be your own.
There were times when even Bold-and-Bad could
behave like a Christian. Mother cant die, she said desperately, not OUR
mother.
Whativer comesafter, sind her away wid a smile. The
frog went a-courting, remarked Judy cryptically. Pat recalled in amazement that she
hadnt wanted Cuddles tobe born. Pat had not even Hilary to help her through those
weeks.
Judy was wont to say she had never known any onewho
made so little noise moving round a house .
Look at Gintleman Tom enjoying av it, chuckled
Judy.
To-night, when I smell that white lilac it seems
tome that she must be near.
Isuppose the next one here will be your own.
Winnie, do you know youre just talking nonsense? Scott Gardiner had ironed out her
wrinkles in some way. Dresses were at their shortest whenWinnie was married. Pat
found happiness and comfort in restoring it allfrom cellar to garret.
And Ill not be belaving it till I do, she said. Do
you remember the night after Aunt Hazelswedding when we did the dining room? There
was one verse in the Bible she could neverunderstand.
How wonderful to feel that there WAS something that
neverchanged . He had never associated fear of any kind withhis wife. Sure and wed
be in the pretty scrape if innything butgood happened Frank in the nixt three wakes.
The Russells were Anglicans and hadalways been married in church. She liked to
browbeat the butcher andbulldoze the grocer delicately . Havent ye been studying all
theterm like a Trojan?
The presents were packed and sent to theBay Shore.
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