Michael Malone - Weebly

ten feet of me unless I could keep an eye on both her
hands and feet. All of them itching to pull my switch or
trip over my cord and let me grind to a halt to make
room for the next poor bastard. I hate doctors. Run in
blindfolded with a butcher knife and hope they
accidentally whack out the problem before they kill you
slicing off everything else. No, thanks. Last time I
wanted to die I was nineteen. I'm way too old for it
now. Now hand me that pea soup," called William with
gusto as out came Orchid O'Neal with the cat-faced
china tureen that no one had ever liked, but that had
perversely refused to be dropped and broken, and that
had outlasted three generations of Dingley owners.
Fragile as china is, it is less fragile than life.
For Winslow Abernathy, lunch was the last of the
chicken salad on Beanie's pumpernickel bread. All he
had to do was combine the two and place the sandwich
in a bag. He put in a piece of fruit as she had done in
the mornings for him and the boys. Three lunches taking
shape while breakfast bacon cooked. Always surprises
inside: black and green olives, celery, carrot sticks,