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From: | Mildred Stafford |
Subject: | [Gwm-general] eight |
Date: | Thu, 7 Sep 2006 08:05:11 -0600 |
Earlyin the morning the mother came to me, very
fussed. I have known her since she was a child, but I could not introduceyou to each
other. There are qualities of sound and qualities of silence.
The tenants began coming to me with complaints, and
I had to godown and talk to the mother.
There was the same still radiance about them as
abouther. He took advantageof her bargaining but he shivered at her boasting in
front of meabout it.
I asked her for the rentseveral times but she
always put me off.
The shockhad racked the young mans nerves to
pieces. She clutched the honey-haired creature to her.
Thegirl would be two days with her parents before
the ceremony.
I was making my garden when they came to live in my
house. She tidied the flat all day and he untidied it all night. Or I would cry over
the balconyrail, Ki-hi, Ki-hi! He looked a fiend gloweringat me and clenching his
fists. Parson Pendergastthrew everything portable at the cats. One outer door was
common to their flat and to mine.
The key hopped into the mans pocket and the rent
hoppedinto mine. Every soul in it was startled from his sleep. People sitting with
idle hands suggestedfondling, which dogs love. I spoke before I saw how they felt,
she sobbed. I ran up and down the stairs with jellies and gruel. The town is full of
such, said the officer. They dangled from her hands by cordsand loops, or she could
never have managed them all. She held one of his hands,with the other he was
feeling, feeling everything that he couldreach.
His mouth was square andaggressive; out of it came
foul oaths. The measles took their course under a doctor and a trained
nurse.
Furthermore sheasked that I prepare an extra room I
had below for her maid.
Scum of the earth squeezing into the shoes ofhonest
men gone overseas. Always at noon on Sundays I dined with my sisters in our old
homeround the corner. He went to the garden gate, turned; such a sparkle in his eye
itfairly lit the garden.
He went to the garden gate, turned; such a sparkle
in his eye itfairly lit the garden.
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