Michael Malone - Weebly

had no privilege but a pass.
"What was it all for then?" William Bredforet
wanted to know.
"That sobbed-over common man! He never had the
brains or intestinal fortitude or balls or vision to build the
goddamn country. Then the little weasels come along
and whine, 'You can't keep all this to yourself, it's not
fair!' Well, there were too many of them in the end,
Ernie. They ate it all the way crows can eat a stag if he's
down. And it's all gone now."
The coach was gone. So too, it seemed, was the
heiress. Gone and left her shares with all her heart to
her immediate family. Like her ancestors, she had
seized the moon, just a different one. Now she would
miss the PATSY-sponsored premiere of the feminist
film to which Tracy had invited her fellow club
members. Now, when Evelyn screeched her Chrysler
to a stop-on-a-dime (a dime's width away from the
back bumper of Tracy's Volvo), Beanie had not been
there waiting to go to the train station. Now, when
Tracy and Priss, waiting by the curb for their tardy
driver, scampered up the slope on seeing Evelyn's car