Wlt (2011)
Wlt
“That was on Friday. She made an attempt to get up on Sunday and again on Monday, for the children’s sake, but she was too weak to stand so she lay on her side and sobbed with abandon. He was a good man, the only one she ever loved, her life was over now, she had nothing left. “Might as well bury me next to him, Emma! Might as well!” Francis’s words that day were reprehensible, pallor, niggardly , lickspittle, and coax. He asked Uncle Charles if “niggardly” comes from “nigger” and Charles frowned. He was a slight, sad man with his brown wool suit and galluses, his moon face and his pale puffy hands, who had a delicate stomach and couldn’t eat certain foods, such as tomatoes or beans, and had to have his meals come precisely on time. “This is a great tragedy,” he told Francis, “it’s no time to talk about things like that.”
Aunt Clare and Uncle Art arrived Friday evening from Minneapolis. Francis was in his room, cutting ribs and struts out of balsa wood for a model plane, which Daddy ha...d shown him how.MoreLess
Aunt Clare and Uncle Art arrived Friday evening from Minneapolis. Francis was in his room, cutting ribs and struts out of balsa wood for a model plane, which Daddy ha...d shown him how.MoreLess
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