From: owner-ammf-digest@smoe.org (alt.music.moxy-fruvous digest) To: ammf-digest@smoe.org Subject: alt.music.moxy-fruvous digest V10 #193 Reply-To: ammf@fruvous.com Sender: owner-ammf-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-ammf-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk alt.music.moxy-fruvous digest Friday, August 4 2006 Volume 10 : Number 193 Today's Subjects: ----------------- petty cash ["Dickie Adkins" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Wed, 8 Mar 2006 13:51:45 +0300 From: "Dickie Adkins" Subject: petty cash She did not seem conscious of the life around her. Hes not b-b-buried = yet, Luke cried heartily. Next to mybrother Ben, I was the best boy they = ever had. Youre right, Tyson, said Eugene, but it will be. Not allthe = kings horses, not all the doctors and nurses in the world, canhelp him = now. How dare you talk like that when your sons dying? She did not seem = conscious of the life around her. Light faded from his brain, and = consciousness. Boys, he said, coming up to them sorrowfully,I was mighty = sorry to hear of your trouble. The two young men left the lunch-room and = walked homeward throughthe brisk morning. Across the hall, in a cold = bedroom, on two wide beds, Gant, Luke,and Helen lay exhausted. In her = blazing anger, she turned accusingly on Eliza:Youve done this to = him. Well, we mustnt talk like this, she said. Her rough clasp on the = cold handtightened. He was angered still more by Elizas useless = kettle,her futile hovering, her huh? Imold and sick, and I dont know = where the moneys to come from. Hervoice was filled with a brooding ugly = satisfaction. Ive got him over at the place now, he said softly. They = were tired, but they all felt an enormous relief. O waken, waken into = life, says his voice as shrill asany fife. She sat there stiffly and = primly like a little child. He turned his head away and said OHelen, for = Gods sake, take her out of here. Elizabustled about eagerly, = pathetically busy, preparing breakfast. Slowly,after a moment, Eliza = withdrew her hands. Well talk about it some other time, said = Helen. Well, I tell you, said Eliza, drying her eyes at once, I = believeit is. I ordered her out, said Eliza grimly, after a moment. = Eugene yelled, springing up from thetable. Life, ruddered life, that = would not fail, began its myriadembarkations. And hes got a good heart, = said Bessie Gant. [demime 0.97c-p1 removed an attachment of type image/gif which had a name of wryly.gif] [demime 0.97c-p1 removed an attachment of type image/gif which had a name of deformity.gif] ------------------------------ End of alt.music.moxy-fruvous digest V10 #193 *********************************************