Michael Malone - Weebly

machine. Your father was mad as a hatter, and living in
this old curiosity shop with a passel of stuffed vermin
and porcupine martyrs everywhere you look has turned
you morbid.
That's all. You're healthy as a filly, and so is Mary,
and so am I.
Where'd you get this idea about dying?"
"From life," said Miss Dingley. "Unfortunate but
true, Willie.
Hardly a soul seems to have managed to avoid it."
"Wait your turn then. Don't push."
"I don't mind death so much," said his wife quietly.
"I don't think I mind death. It's probably very peaceful.
But I just don't want William to go first."
"Neither do I," he assured her.
"I'm so used to him, it might be even more unsettling
than dying, not to see him, and not to know where he
was."
"You and Bill Deeds are probably counting the days
until you can get your hands on my money and plow it
all into that fool garden of yours. Don't let them put me
in a hospital either, Ro. I wouldn't trust a nurse within