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From: | Gordon Humphrey |
Subject: | [dev-serveez] knot nursing |
Date: | Mon, 28 Aug 2006 15:24:04 -0500 |
The drill he picked up was absurd against his wide
red palm.
Uncle Rob thrust hishands behind his skinny,
bark-brown old neck on the maculatepillow. Stoppingat a filling station, he
demanded, How far is it to Lake George? They furnished a four-room apartment and
went to Vermont for theirhoneymoon. And after another mile of brooding,while Sidney
drove silently and prayed: Awfully queer! Well, Im glad youre beginning to come to
your senses! Sid, maybe youll understand kids when you get to be a granddad. We must
have some good talks about teaching history,mustnt we! It was not his patients who
suffered; it was he.
Maybe we might take the kidsthis summer and make a
little tour for a couple weeks or so.
Then,darkly: Now that youve got me here, Sid, with
your plans andall! She was silent throughsupper, silent as Sidney, silent as Uncle
Rob. He was making perhaps the longest oration of his life. It was not his patients
who suffered; it was he.
Why, May, I thought you liked Vermont and the
farm!
Say, how dothe hicks learn anything if they dont go
to the movies?
There began for this silent man a secret life of
plotting and oflies.
Why, May, I thought you liked Vermont and the
farm!
Smallberg, and sometimes his thick fingers tapped
nervouslyon his chin as he talked.
Of course hes old, but he takes quite an interest
inthe countryside.
Uncle Rob, cant tell you how glad I am to be back
at the oldplace! Iddle, Doesnt Senator Ryder live somewhere near here?
Youre going plumb in the wrong
direction.
All evening with not a dog-gone thing to do after
supper! All evening with not a dog-gone thing to do after supper!
Mabelle, a chatelaine now, wanted to shine among
them, and wantedSidney to shine. Instantly and ecstatically, while the lawyer droned
senselessadvice, Sidney decided to go home. Uncle Rob, lying on the bed, had
prepared for slumber by removinghis shoes and outer clothing.
But, Mother, they protested, in the city you never
findanything, except maybe a dead lemon. Selig was moved by these men who made the
young America moreadmired than she is today.
They furnished a four-room apartment and went to
Vermont for theirhoneymoon.
Youre going plumb in the wrong
direction.
By now, Selig expected peacockstongues and caviar;
he got steak and cantaloupe and corn pudding.
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