”Her heart was pounding, her armpits were damp, and here was something she had first discovered way back in the first grade: it was hard to begin. Certainly he had come up with this unpleasant little idea ahead of Bert . asphemy, Susan supposed, but for a moment Aunt Cord’s voice had reminded her of the sound the thinny made. At the foot of the stairs, Reynolds turned back.
She bounced them in her hand, in her mind’s eye seeing Ocean Foam rear, spilling her father (one spur catches in a stirrup; the rowel breaks free), then stumbling sideways and falling atop him. I saw the fall of Gilead, and the triumph of the Good Man. “Why not let me get ye a dish of this?” Aunt Cord asked, and plopped her spoon into her oatmeal. “Don’t so much as shuffle yer god-pounding feet.
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