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PART 3 – Thelma’s Drinking
“Clive, what the hell you mean, it’s got to be Clyde, I’m tellin’ you definitely. It’s Clyde,” Rafe pronounced, “Rafe, I do think you might admit that my own daughter knows the name of her fiancé better than you do.” “Hell she do, you don’t know, he could be shittin’ her. It’s Clyde.” Rafe, Ginny and Thelma were bound together by dreams, by the concentrations and obsessions of the gambler. Rarely did their conversation include anything external to those dreams. “It is Clive Huntley, I’m telling you.” “It sounds like … Continue reading
PART 2 – Thelma’s Daughter Reads Poetry
Thelma walked solemnly up the stone steps leading to the grey, vine covered building that looked like a castle. Inside, people swarmed about, chatting, filling glasses of wine for each other. Thelma stopped a moment, until she spotted Joanna deep in conversation with a man who reminded her of Humpty Dumpty. Hell, she said to herself, I do know poetry after all. Joanna turned and waved, excusing herself from the fat man. “Oh, mother, I’m so glad you came. I know this isn’t your sort of thing, but I’m very … Continue reading
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