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Taking Chances, by E. L. Van Hine and L.H. Nicoll
belbbmfan:
--- Quote from: mariez on January 29, 2007, 09:09:23 am ---A few thoughts ...
From Chapter 86:
.....as Ennis splashed the cloth up between his thighs and got the majority of come and butter onto the cloth.
Now, there's a phrase you don't read every day!!!! :laugh:
Marie
--- End quote ---
:laugh: :laugh: :laugh:
You could say that again !!
louisev:
hahahahaha!
MaineWriter:
Today, chapters 91-95:
http://louisev.livejournal.com/73311.html
“Well set a spell an I’ll put dinner on an we can visit a bit when Wes gets home before ya head out for the bar. I don’t know how you boys can just go go go like you do.” She shook her head.
“We eat a lot a biscuits.”
“Speakin a which, I made some fresh.”
“You gonna spoil my dinner?”
She smiled. “Just don’t tell Wes. Let me get ya a couple. You want butter?”
Ennis spat out part of his mouthful of lemonade in response to her comment, and she raised her eyebrows. “Sorry, Edna.”
“Rather have jam then?”
“No, butter’s fine.” Edna went back in the house, tut-tutting to herself, and Ennis rubbed a hand over his face, now flaming hot with embarrassment. She don’t know nothin, boy, just settle down, he chided himself, and managed to get a straight look on his face by the time she returned with a small plate with buttered biscuits on it. “Thank you kindly, Edna.”
MaineWriter:
More from Edna:
“I hope Ellery gets over that. I didn’t know he had a heartbreak like that when he was so young. I am amazed he is so even tempered when ya consider.”
Ennis smiled faintly. “Yes ma’am, most a the time he’s pretty even tempered.”
“Everythin... gonna be okay ya think?”
Ennis smiled and nodded. “Yes ma’am.”
“You two... still gettin on okay?”
Ennis blushed slightly. “Good as ever, maybe better.”
“You ain’t... upset about this... other one showin up from the past?”
“No, well... no.”
“You didn’t feel jealous or anythin? Give em a hard time?”
Ennis stared at his biscuit, suddenly intensely uncomfortable with her probing. “I got ta take Pal out for a run. I’ll be back in a while."
“I’m stickin my nose in too far,” she concluded, rising. “You take yer time, finish yer biscuit, no need ta run off.”
He smiled helplessly, still blushing. “Thanks Edna.”
MaineWriter:
Chapter 92:
Ellery gave him a quick glance. “Do you want to watch?”
“Thinkin a goin into law enforcement myself.”
“Oh really. You in the criminal justice program?”
“Well well, Jeremiah,” Dupree said from the third floor stairwell.
“Jeremy!”
Ellery blinked. “You two know each other?”
“As only a Jeremy and a Jeremiah could,” Dupree smiled. “Part a the reason I go by Dupree.” He shook Stokes’ hand.
“Jeremiah here was thinkin a becomin a policeman. Well guess what, I made it into the Sheriff’s office myself.”
“Damn, Dupree,” Stokes said, smiling widely. “Good ta know. You workin for the Chief Deputy an all?”
Dupree smiled proudly. “Sure am. On the murder case.”
“Hot damn,” Stokes said. “Chief Deputy here says you might be fingerprintin and stuff.”
“We haven’t got a Brad Sevigny but if there was somebody in that room we can fingerprint em and find out who he was if he’s in the national computer,” Ellery said, a little flattered at discovering the house father was in the CJ program. Might make life a little easier.
“Let’s do it,” Dupree said.
“We’re gonna be here for a while, Dupree, I better call Edna an have her try ta get Ennis ta stay for dinner. We’ll probably be eatin pizza while we inventory the room. I hope you ain’t got plans,” Ellery said.
“Just at the bar.”
“Shit. Not fair you workin tonight. Rudy’ll have ta go it alone.”
“Okay. Mondays are pretty dead anyhow. He’ll survive.”
“There’s a phone in the upstairs office you can use here,” Stokes offered. “Just step inside there.”
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