"Jack slid his cold hand between Ennis's legs, said he was worried about his boy who was, no doubt about it, dyslexic or something, couldn't get anything right, fifteen years old and couldn't hardly read, he could see it though goddamn Lureen wouldn't admit to it and pretended the kid was o.k., refused to get any bitchin' kind a help about it." [short story]
=milestones= Sandy and Toast
Congratulations on reaching 700 posts, but what took you so long?
=reply= Fran
Thanks for the congratz but we're still babes in the woods compared to you.
Sandy