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Part 4 – Thelma’s Legacy

“What do you do, Mrs. Ryan?” Mrs. Huntley asked. These people looked as if they spent most of their time inspecting the leather bindings on their books. What could she say, that if she had a big winner in the ninth she was going to buy a microwave? “I manage my investments.” Joanna looked over at her mother as she said this and smiled. Dinner proceeded with bursts of conversation, then silence. Thelma lost track of exactly how many glasses of wine she had drunk, but still felt that she … Continue reading

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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

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