She says
that everyone in the house makes too much noise, my
Dad snores, and that when the house is empty, the traffic
noise is nearly deafening. But we’ve got the brains to get over that, and tongues in
our heads to talk to each other. "And me," added Mrs. ”
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THE WINDS OF NOVEMBER
The Thanksgiving season brought a fierce wind that
relentlessly whipped around the brick corners of the
school. I don’t
know. To recreate the era, I deliberately tried to avoid creating a
thinly disguised bodice ripper where an
“empowered” woman mouthed off to prospective
suitors in jerkins and tights, in other words, a typical
romance novel. “Do you play an instrument?”
“I play the fiddle sometimes. 1. She recalled that day of the typhoon
and the sloop crashing on the outer reefs. He had plugged along, if not happy, at least with sound philosophy. In a little
while he and she were talking quite easily and agreeably. Now, let’s get down to
business. “Why are you so distant? Why all the mystery? What
are you, a narc? Double-oh-seven or something?”
She steeled herself, refusing to react.
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