Michael Malone - Weebly

to me like that? I told that gallumphing imbecile the
truth. You know it's the truth as well as I. So who in hell
are you?"
Mrs. Canopy's square jaw jutted up, trembling at
the cool, handsome face of her college idol. "Her
friend," she said.
Mrs. Ransom blinked once, then smiled. "Thanks
for the clarification, Tracy." She stubbed out her
cigarette in the pot. "A bientôt, or should I say adieu? "
She walked into the front hall. "Don't bother to show
me the door, unless of course Beanie's moved it to a
new location."
Alone, Tracy ran into her bathroom and sat down,
shaking, on the porcelain head of Fidel Castro. She
burst into tears. What had gone wrong with her world?
What was everyone coming to? After thirty years she
had lost Priss. But she couldn't allow her to talk so
cruelly of Beanie. Undoubtedly the poor Strummer girl's
drowning had driven Priss to the point where she didn't
know what she said.
"And here I sit, excited about other people's
tragedies as if they were plays. Even looking forward to