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Best Wishes, Boyd Walker If you do not want these messages in the futre, see this page: http://lnwexlmdp.click.com-click.com.ph/click.php?id=mocolbx This message sent Tue, 13 Apr 2004 06:20:17 -0200 by: Money Solutions, Inc P. O. B. 1200B Oranjestad, Aruba Congratulations. Oh, and you, Bill, of course.She's a fighter, my wife. Especially when she sees a bully. Once, she took on a cop who was harassing some black kids outside the yard. Nearly got herself arrested. Now I thought she'd pushed Jim too far.You hear that, Marion? Our Cath's going to have a baby. A woman's highest calling.Please don't make me beg for it, Billy.Don't you see? Don't you get it? he said. Frannie's closing the mill. Says it's uneconomical. But he don't know squat. He never even comes down there any more. So me and a few of the boys, we reckon we can take it off his hands. Gonna call it Copperhead Timber after those big old trout you see down in the river.Marion jumped up. I'll show you.As we swung off the freeway, the thick cloud robbed me of the last bit of watery sun to drive by and I had the headlights on for the last hour. The county road down to their place was slippery with hard-packed snow; we almost went into the ditch a couple of times. By the ti me we pulled in next to Jim's battered pickup I was hunched over the steering wheel and my shoulders felt like they'd been jacked up under my ears.I can let you have it back, end of the month, he said.Please Jim, she said. Not now. Her spindly fingers scuttled to her neck and she gave Cath a shy little hug, like it mightn't be accepted.OK Billy-boy. You're right, like always. Of course you are. He stood up and went to the window. His eyes flicked to the bar opposite the yard. I need to get cleaned up. Then I'll come and see you again. He patted his pockets. You couldn't spare me a couple of bucks? For the ride home and stuff. I took two twenties from my wallet and gave them to him.Hey, I'm enjoying myself. He dragged his chair forward to let Cath and Marion by. You're having a good time aren't you, Hon'?You don't know the half of it. Seems I've been working there forever and all I got to show for it is a dried-up wife who's never going to make me a father.Come on, Jim, I sai d. You're drunk. -- To UNSUBSCRIBE, email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] with a subject of "unsubscribe". Trouble? Contact [EMAIL PROTECTED]
