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From: | Cecilia Beasley |
Subject: | [Free-dev] grounding ration |
Date: | Wed, 20 Sep 2006 02:32:35 -0500 |
Even the patternthey made seemed to have stuck in
my memory.
When we went fishing we always had the place
toourselves. Even the patternthey made seemed to have stuck in my memory. I could
vaguely remember how thepaths went. I dont know what you ought to feel, but Ill tell
you what I didfeel, and that was nothing.
Oo, I thought you meant the Memorial
Hall.
A lot of the shops werestill doing the same line of
trade, although the names weredifferent. As it was Sunday the bar wouldnt open
foranother hour or two.
I saidto him myself, I said, Well, what else do you
expect? I sneaked off to theprivate bar to have a pint or two before
dinner.
Have they turned it into a hospital, or something?
In my new suit I probably lookedprosperous enough to have a wife in a private
asylum.
I stopped for a moment outside the window. He had a
benevolent old chuckle, and a way of wrinkling his faceup, like a rabbit. Also I was
drinking more than was good for me.
Two of the great black planes from Walton were
zooming over theeastern end of the town.
I was only a fat tripper in a blue suitdoing a bit
of sightseeing.
But maybe the pool was still there, with the great
blackfish still cruising round it. I began to make my way through the little copse,
in thedirection of Binfield House. And that started me thinking again about the pool
at BinfieldHouse. See some changes, I dessay, said the chap in the Jug and Bottle.
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