Michael Malone - Weebly

worthwhile. Family wouldn't have stood for it. Would
have cut me off without a nickel, then where would I be
now? Off with a bedpan in the state home without my
elevator, or this. My wheels." She slapped her
wheelchair with affection. "Yes, all the old were young
and had a life they cared about, and a body someone
paid attention to. But the young can't see the first and
get sick thinking about the second. Tennis was my
passion. Not that the family didn't cringe when I
stopped playing a prissy game in the backyard on
Sundays and took off to the tournaments.
With a sheer lust for victory. Won a lot of them,
too, got the trophies up in my room. Lance, Beanie's
boy, you know him? He gets it from me. So did Beanie.
A sportsman or woman in every generation of Dingleys.
I was better than Lance'll ever be. I had the killer
instinct.
And at least a few brains. Now I hear my niece has
vamoosed."
(Beanie Abernathy was not Miss Dingley's niece,
nor was Sammy Smalter her nephew; they were both,
to different degrees, her cousins.