A little shreek like a lobster plunged into a boiling pot came from her throat-trying to stifle it her heart bobbed in her chest and she gasped expelled. ‘Just ready’ he said Her head turned to the side her left hand grabbed his arm-it was hard-her lips plugged up again as he released-a sadness overwhelmed her.
When it came to be Nearer to God and the chips were down-others clung on vice like to the old trunk-like larva to a leaf nothing could rip them off her not even hurricane Jim. She was 91, 92 next month. Sometimes you would wonder what do grown elderly adults of elder parents want. You’re
Some Body I don’t know I waited. Some women are not aware of me-you are not one of them-you try to open me-express me-use me, you feel me more than your physical self. Easy. When something happens that unbalances me or knocks me out of sync with the environment and you are