Just something that amused me in a dreadful kinda way.
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Just something that amused me in a dreadful kinda way.
by Paddy Thu Jan 14, 2010 7:14 am
Two excerpts from a book I’m reading – its called ‘The Missing’ by Tim Gautreaux, Sceptre , UK 2009, ISBN 978 0 340 97801 6.
Two very unpleasant ‘good ole boys’ Ralph and Billsy living in Arkansas in the 1920’s in a abandoned plantation house with their not very nice Ma (book is set end WW1 – till pre WW2 I’d say, ain’t that far into it yet.)
Amongst other things, the three of them had recently stole a gilr child from a New Orleans department store, to meet an 'order' they held and sold her to her ‘new family. So they ain’t most goodest or upright of Akansasians unlike say, President Clinton.
Anyway. To set the scene.
Ma inconveniently drops dead at the kitchen stove part way thru cooking her boys their grits or whatever and they have to plant her in the old plantation cemetary.
“The men scratched out a vacant space at the rear of the mansion … and dug her hole. …
Ralph felt a thickness in his throat he thought might be some words coming up, but he didn’t say anything. No one in the family had ever read a Bible or stepped foot in a church one time, …
Billsy looked at the other weed-wracked headstones bearing inscriptions in French. ‘She needs her a marker.’
Ralph looked up. ‘Like what?”
Just a second.’ He turned back to the kitchen house.
Ralph walked the dirt down around the edge of the grave until his brother returned holding a stamped skillet with a long handle. ‘This here’s the ticket.’
Ralph took it from him, turned it front and back several times as if he were inspecting it for purchase, then stuck the handle in the edge of the earth at the head of the grave.
‘That there about says it, all right.’
And later, as a someone else does the cooking …
’I never knew cornbread could taste like that.’
Families, eh?
Two very unpleasant ‘good ole boys’ Ralph and Billsy living in Arkansas in the 1920’s in a abandoned plantation house with their not very nice Ma (book is set end WW1 – till pre WW2 I’d say, ain’t that far into it yet.)
Amongst other things, the three of them had recently stole a gilr child from a New Orleans department store, to meet an 'order' they held and sold her to her ‘new family. So they ain’t most goodest or upright of Akansasians unlike say, President Clinton.
Anyway. To set the scene.
Ma inconveniently drops dead at the kitchen stove part way thru cooking her boys their grits or whatever and they have to plant her in the old plantation cemetary.
“The men scratched out a vacant space at the rear of the mansion … and dug her hole. …
Ralph felt a thickness in his throat he thought might be some words coming up, but he didn’t say anything. No one in the family had ever read a Bible or stepped foot in a church one time, …
Billsy looked at the other weed-wracked headstones bearing inscriptions in French. ‘She needs her a marker.’
Ralph looked up. ‘Like what?”
Just a second.’ He turned back to the kitchen house.
Ralph walked the dirt down around the edge of the grave until his brother returned holding a stamped skillet with a long handle. ‘This here’s the ticket.’
Ralph took it from him, turned it front and back several times as if he were inspecting it for purchase, then stuck the handle in the edge of the earth at the head of the grave.
‘That there about says it, all right.’
And later, as a someone else does the cooking …
’I never knew cornbread could taste like that.’
Families, eh?
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Re: Just something that amused me in a dreadful kinda way.
by smiley Sun Apr 18, 2010 5:12 am
Ha ha ....Families no thanks I have chosen my own... dont have time for the blood is thicker than water thing,its a croc of ****imo 
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