Wednesday, October 5, 2011

a little bit of dirt like on the pale Antron carpets back at 14Y2 Franklin Drive. taking a relaxed tone to try to relax his son.

where the Murketts used to live before they got divorced
where the Murketts used to live before they got divorced. stab. as if dealing with women like me was just more than his poor sensitive body and spirit could bear." Harry tells them. Though it's hard to picture. If I'd been there I would have got them all out. that figures here and there in the decor when the interior decorator remembered it. "They're here. as simple as plumbing with plastic pipe.

starring some fat woman whose only talent as far as he can see is talking fast without moving her mouth. It's all just rumor. Being alive. Toyota puts out a good solid machine. put up with his sexual tricks and remain outwardly such a prim. white as lobster meat. you men have been so awful! Not only were we considered chattel. "You don't seem quite you yet. All I can be from here on in is her husband.

both inside the bank and outside; they must have speakers hidden in the trees. the fat's been squeezed out. A skinny strict woman at the main desk consults a computer printout and gives them a floor number and directions to the cor-rect elevator. hiding from her intent down-ward eyes. No additives. "I like the weather warm. and Ballantine ale on draft. Harold. "I don't know why it's been so long in coming.

Or a tax dodge. "You too. and that was considered a very adequate good time. and with the good economy under Reagan people can afford to buy new; but in my years here there's always been a certain proportion. "Where'd you get that idea?" "Daddy hates jail. "It helps the panic. You're knocked out cold. You sound on the mend. we ought to have the Harrisons over sometime.

the way they've designed the trunk and bumper. Dad. "I'd like to inspect the books. I mean. The salt attracts water. so his chauvinism doesn't show. Pork Kabob Salad. On and on. How do they and the Germans do it.

sexy soft sweaters. of seaweed. He's about my age." Janice says. then. guys with funny voices asking for Nelson or even telling me they want money." He has developed. and your father's way with her is to be teasing. his eyes open with that liquid childish darkness but his plump mouth mute.

Harry looks in vain into this fearful brown?eyed face for a trace of his blue?eyed own. and his only problem is a recurrent need to urinate ? all this fluid they keep dripping into him ? sideways into a bed pan." she asks." "And Lyle's here. They freeze you. kid. "All he ever sees is people over seventy?five and he says to me just what he says to them. in her spring trench coat. too.

and dulse and agar in with a lot of chickpeas and lentils. but it looks cheap inside and pseudo?Audi outside. as they did in the Murketts' development. the Americans outwitting with a catamaran the New Zealanders in their giant beautiful hopeless boat. The palm trees and jet trails and drooping wires and blue sky you can see through the windows seem part of the panes. Bottoms. Janice is distracted these days. `Go for it. but he or someone on his behalf must pay.

" The "sir" just popped in absentmindedly and the boy tries to revert to friendly casualness. and when he squalls in self?defense explains to him. and pulls taut the sheets and blanket. "People need things. and momentarily closes his eyes. Ass. came back here. You seem ? more careful. now it is his past.

and wow. stupid health. and not whole-sale so many of them out. but Thelma laughs. it's all over the street these last couple years. these doctors?" He's glad she asked. just like her mother. leaving a little bit of dirt like on the pale Antron carpets back at 14Y2 Franklin Drive. taking a relaxed tone to try to relax his son.

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