Michael Malone - Weebly

"Have you something in mind?" he asked The old
woman rubbed her hawk's nose with the edge of her
cup.
"Cecil Hedgerow's girl."
Smalter nodded slowly.
"Liked her grandma Miriam. Suspect I was jealous
of her mother;
Pauline Moffat was a flower. Always made me feel
like a hulky Leviathan, beached and flopping on the
shore. True, Cecil's a quitter, but he's had a hard time
of it. I'm sure he's got nothing set aside.
Girl like that ought to have the best chance she can.
Ought to know what it is that's not worth having."
"Sounds reasonable."
"Odious to think of the government frittering my
money away on bombs. The Abernathys don't need it.
Arthur's got Emerald's money, and Lance ought to get a
job." She took three more pancakes and poured syrup
over them. "Don't say anything," she warned him.
"Why should I diet at my age?…And I'm too selfish
for anonymity.
My father, Ignatius, would have left the whole