 Wysłany: Śro 12:40, 16 Lut 2011 Temat postu: "Mawhat'd you do with my pink blouse |
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met the glow in the Wisconsin sky. Saturday nightafter supper in ChippewaWisconsinTessie Golden of the presunset era would have been calling from her bedroom to the kitchen: "Mawhat'd you do with my pink blouse?" And from the kitchen: "It's in your second bureau drawer. The collar was kind of mussed from Wednesday nightand I give it a little pressing while my iron was on." At seven-thirty Tessie would have emerged from her bedroom in the pink blouse that might have been considered alarmingly frank as to texture and precariously low as to neck had Tessie herself not been so reassuringly unopulent; a black taffeta skirtvery brief; a hat with a good deal of French blue about it; fragile high-heeled pumps with bows. As she passed through the sitting room on her way outher mother would appear in the doorwaydishtowel in hand. Her pride in this slim young thing and her love of her she concealed with a thin layer of carping criticism. Runnin' downtown againI s'pose. A keen eye on the swishing skirt hem. Tessiethe quick-tonguedwould toss the wave of shining hair that lay against either glowing cheek. "Ohmyno andithadbeentornorratherrippedbyastronglateralpullmens panda shoes 201005112111382817ahi! I just thought I'd dress up in case Angie Hatton drove past in her auto and picked me up for a little ride |
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