Friday, September 11, 2009

january 13th (2004)

a little pirate story
Halloween 1956. Richie's 7, Amy's 15, Gordon's 17 and he's never around, and Cindy's 14 and she don't count. Plans have been made for weeks. Richie is gonna be a little pirate, Amy's going as a mummy, Cindy was gonna go as a nun, but they could only gone one color of fabric, so they both went as tan mummies. Gordon actually painted a realistic-looking gash on the side of his neck which scared the heck out of his mother. Papp looked up from his Bible to say, "I hope that mess on your shirt is gonna come out easy in the wash for your momma. I'd hate to think you take our generosity for granted. Momma waved Papp off and patted Gordon with the same hand. "Just promise me you'll never come home with anything looking like that that's real." Gordon didn't quite know how to take that. But he had 21 blocks to walk, so he left.

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Oh, no, that's not right. Amy was going to take Richie trick-or-treating but she broke her leg or something like that. Cindy was going to the minister's house with a small group of girls and boys from church.

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