Oh for Pete's Sake!

PacNorWest

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#83
Ev, Benny and Clora were standing next to Ev's pickup saying good by, when the Newfey alerted that there was a stranger near. Smoothly, Ev reached for the rifle on the back window rack and in a low voice instructed the kids to get behind the pickup.

To Ev's dismay, Brett went streaking out the door toward the danger. It was apparent by then that it was Pete; but Ev's mouth tightened into a thin line. Brett was going to get a lesson soon, what a stupid thing to do.

Pete was dripping wet. With his long hair, huge unkempt beard and stinking clothes, he reminded Ev of a skinny Bigfoot apparition.
The two men squared off in a staring contest; Brett was like a bee buzzing around the outside perimeter of the hostilities.

Pete was the first to back down. Ev couldn't shake the feeling that he shouldn't trust Pete for a minute or turn his back on Brett's dad. Pete might be Evie's son, but that didn't make him a prince.

The closer the man got to the house, the stronger the skunk smell became. Inky carefully positioned himself between Pete and Benny and Clora, never relaxing his guard. Pete was headed into the house, when Ev remarked quietly, "are you sure you want to go inside...smelling like that?"

Standing inside the kitchen, Evie watched the interaction between the two men. For some reason she felt Ev was the more honest and trustworthy of the two. Pete had turned into someone she no longer knew. It was disturbing and hurtful, what her son had become.

Pete stopped short, muttering, "oh yeah, right. I got sprayed by a skunk" he added unnecessarily. "Brett, go get me a towel and soap." As he stopped in the yard, his attention was diverted to Inky. He took two deliberate, threatening steps towards the dog and was rewarded with a famous Inky smile and warning. The two adults watching the interplay, filed the dog's reaction to Pete away in their mind for further reference.

Benny and Clora watched Inky protect them from their father. Looking at each other, they had that unspoken communication siblings can develop when they learn not to speak out loud. Quietly they stayed hunkered down behind the pickup. Benny didn't trust his father. The man had changed.

Oblivious to the electric tension, Brett ran to get the items his dad requested. Evie sent out two old towels that could be thrown away if necessary.

Evie couldn't quite put her finger on what had just happened in the yard, but it didn't seem like it was a good conclusion.
She called Brett softly, wanting to remove him from the immediate area, in case the situation escalated.
 

PacNorWest

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#84
Ev could feel the tension emanating from Pete. Not that he could understand the why, but it was there. Pete seemed wound as tight as an eight day clock gonna run 7 days. Ev wasn't too sure Evie and the kids were safe home alone with Pete. Thinking quick, he started toward the water trough.

"Hey Pete," Ev invited jovially. "Com'on over and I'll help you with water. Where in the world did you run into a skunk?"

Pete scowled darkly at Inky. "That dog deliberately tripped me into the skunk nest."

"Inky," Ev questioned incredulously, "why he's the most gentle mutt I've ever met."

"Not as far as I'm concerned," Pete spit out venomously. "He don't like me. I can tell you this, he'd better stay away from me."

"Benny, Brett, Clora, why don't you kids get to the house and help Evie get lunch," Ev had them scurrying, they were hungry, they realized.

"Pete, you know Evie needs protection. What's the matter with you man?" Ev stared at Pete; and reacted just in time to duck as Pete swung on him. Ev didn't hesitate, he decked Pete with one of his famous right hand punches.
 

PacNorWest

Veteran Member
#85
"Hey Pete, your loosing your cool, guy. I didn't spray you with skunk, your ma didn't either," Ev reprimanded Pete, as the now enraged man swung on him again. "Don't do that, knock it off."

Gasping while he pulled back for another punch, Pete was fuming. "I'll tell you what I would like to knock off. Your head! That's what!" Pushing his fist where he supposed Ev's head should be, Pete's blow was blocked by a strong arm. SMACK! Ev landed another hit squarely on Pete's jaw.

"Com'on man, give it up," Ev tried to reason with the enraged Pete. Ev shrugged, looked at the window where Evie was watching, turned back and hit Pete the second time on the jaw. The bigfoot impostor went down with an oomph.

"Evie," her neighbor called her outside. "Sorry you had to see this, but I'm taking Pete in to see Will. I don't want him around here. I think he's unstable, and capable of doing harm to you and the kids. If need be," Ev stopped to catch his breath, "I'll press charges and keep him in jail for a couple of days."

Evie looked sadly at her son. "Thank you Ev. I feel rotten about this, but I think your absolutely correct."

Acting like Pete was a sack of feed, Ev dumped him in the passengers seat and took off for town.

"Wow, did you see that?" Brett was impressed as all get out with Ev's fighting ability. "He really smacked dad a good one."

During the fight, Benny, Clora and Sandra withdrew into the kitchen, standing close to the stove with Benny out front of the group.
Visibly upset, they grouped tightly together. Benny had a piece of stovewood hidden behind his back, and Clora had Evie's cabbage stomper gripped with both hands.

Seeing the children's reactions was more heartbreaking to Evie, than watching her son get the snot beat out of him. Strangely, none of the children had an emotional tie in with the whipping Pete received. None of the four seemed to care, and Evie filed that away for future thinking. There was something she was missing in the whole equation here.

Evie had been in the house long enough to recognize the signs of a very careful and throughly done

search of the entire place. That had to have been Pete; most likely looking for the money. Evie stood at the sink, slipped her shoe off and felt for the hiding spot seam with her toes. It was there, nice and tight. She smiled slightly, quirking her mouth against the hurt that Pete's behavior stabbed in her heart.

"How about a treat for lunch?" she asked the children. Purposely not calling attention to their behavior, she set a loaf of bread, mayo and a package of sliced baloney on the table.

"Yes," four voices sounded in unison. They were tickled to be eating something they really missed having.


Ev picked up Pete by the scruff of his neck and marched him into the jail. Leveling a dour look at Will, he jerked his head toward the interior cells and pushed Pete hard. Pete stumbled forward, catching himself on the cell door. Across the hall, Betty crossed her cell to stare through the narrow window.

Ev turned his head to listen to the vitriolic spew coming from the woman's cell. Shaking his head at the display of useless language he walked back to the office. "I want to charge him with assault and battery. Evie is my witness, the children also."

Will nodded, fingering through his stack of papers for the proper form. Truth be told, he was glad to have Pete back in jail where he could keep an eye on him.


Dr. Phillips stopped to check on Zander. The thin child was sedated, motionless and depending on machines for everything going in, and coming out. The vitals were what he expected. Experience told him that if they removed the vent tube, Zander wouldn't breathe on his own. "Continue on," he told the haggard looking nurse that had pulled a double shift. Numbly she nodded. They were so short handed that an operation of this magnitude, put extra responsibility on everyone.


Patty sat in her dorm room pouting. There wasn't anything else to do. This was the most bored she had ever been in her life. There was no music, no TV, no talking. It was NO everything with few exceptions. She had the most hideous yellow jumpsuit she had to wear. There was no makeup, her hair had to be cut short or kept in a ponytail. It was disgusting beyond belief. Her dad was a jerk. Her brother was a jerk. Her mother was a jerk. Patty teared up at the thought of her mother. Mom sure hadn't been fair, running off like that, acting like a stupid teenager. And the worst part of all was the food they expected her to eat. What crap that was.

She had smarted off at the matron again, so here she was, confined to quarters. Today was the day they were going outside to clean the grounds and she couldn't go. Tears trickled down her cheeks, and immense pity flooded her being. Patty felt like her life was ending.


Claude lay in his room suite at the roadhouse. Dark glasses shading his eyes in the darkened room. "Do you need anything," the sultry female voice purred. Sarah came into the room with a damp cool cloth for his forehead.

"No," Claude sighed a big one. "Your a lot classier than Betty, you know."

"I do have class, Claude. I was born with it, and have lived in it all my life. A woman of class can always recognize a man that appreciates it," she purred again suggestively. It was hard not to gag at the lingering skunk smell on the man. It was easy for a woman of class to tell a real life jerk, when she saw one.

Being mistress of the roadhouse reaped Sarah the benefits she enjoyed having. No walking her guts out to find a woman who wouldn't acknowledge her. No scrounging for any scrap of food she could find; no sleeping with one eye open, terrified at every little noise. She had luxury, food, wine and stability for the first time in a long time. As long as Betty stayed where she was.
It didn't seem impossible to leave Betty in jail. Classy women always have a plan, she congratulated herself. Always.
 

Rabbit

Has No Life - Lives on TB
Boy Howdy! Talk about a dysfunctional bunch of people. I'd forgotten about Patty for awhile. If she makes it back to Evie, she is going to be one changed child.

This story just keeps getting better. Thank you for the new chapters.
 

PacNorWest

Veteran Member
#86
After lunch, Evie called the kids into family council. "Now I want you to hear me out; then there can be discussion," she set the parameters. "We need to plan a funeral for Jane. Now you kids are awful young to be exposed to this side of life, but it happens and we need to know how to deal with it," she added gently.

Four sad, young faces looked down at their plates. They had forgotten about Jane, aside from the pain of loosing her.

"What do you think we should do, Grandma? We don't know nothin about funerals. What do you do in one, we never went to one before? Benny said in a slow drawl.

"Here's what I'm going to suggest," Evie placed her hands on the table, folded as for a prayer. "Hap's parents and grandparents are in the family cemetery in a spot way out in the pasture. I want to suggest we bury Jane there. We can build her a coffin, dig her grave and have a prayer service for her. I would want each of you to say something and I will read from the bible. We can ask Ev and Cheryl if they would like to come, but it will be a small ceremony."

"The thing is, kids; if we don't do this the county will bury her. Now I know this is a lot to think about; you are very young to be handling such grown up matters, but I want to do this as a family. I want you talk about this afternoon, but we need to start on this tomorrow morning." Evie concluded softly.

"Brett, I am including you in this discussion, but for the time being; Benny, Clora and Sandra have the most say on what we will do." Evie bowed her head and asked the kids to pray silently for guidance.

It was a somber afternoon around the Hanson place. While the kids huddled together talking; Evie got Hap into the bathtub. It was such a huge problem to get him to bathe. When it was done, she was exhausted. It was physically hard work to wrestle his clothes off to get them washed. Hap was smelling fairly ripe; and Evie was thinking uncharitable thoughts about the old goat smelling like one.

The April afternoon turned chilly as a storm front blew in. It was raining hard by the time Ev came back with a small box that he put in the utility room. He lifted his eyebrow at Evie to let he know this was the box she was expecting.

"Tomorrow afternoon," she said troubled by fatigue and worry. "Did you check in on Zander? How is the poor darling?" Evie asked hopefully.

"Wouldn't tell me a thing, as I'm not kin," Ev sighed hard. "But she smiled and winked at me, so maybe that is a good sign."

"I hope so, I dearly hope so," Evie exclaimed tiredly. "Thank you Ev. You and Cheryl have been a wonderful blessing to us. I don't know how we would have come through this if you hadn't helped."

"I'll be over in the morning to help, do the kids want to participate?" Everett was pretty sure they did; so he planned on it.


"Grandma, we want to tell you something. Promise you won't be mad at us," Benny was the official spokesman for the group.

"Why heavens yes child. What on earth could be so important," Evie acted calmly, but deep down was wondering what was going to happen now.

"Well, we want you to know that Zander and Jane ain't our real sister and brother." he explained. "They have a different mom than us."

Well knock me over with a feather, thought Evie. What else could happen!
 
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PacNorWest

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#87
Flabbergasted beyond words for a moment, Evie drummed her fingers on the table and tried to think. Her 'thinker' seemed stuck in neutral and what she said came out of nowhere. "Well, for Pete's sake, a different mother."

Benny asked timidly,"that don't make no difference, do it?"

"Absolutely not," Evie assured them stoutly. "You all belong to me and Papa Hap. We love each and every one of you, just the same as the other. Nothing, NOTHING, " she emphasized by pounding her fist on the table, "will ever change that fact."

Relief on the Apperton kids faces was almost comical. Only Brett seemed puzzled. "I don't understand," he started to say. "if my dad is your dad," he pointed to the Apperton's, "and your ma ain't their ma, then who's their dad?"

"Your dad, you blockhead, don't you know nothing. Even I could figure that out," Benny joshed Brett. Brett sat down. Evie could see the wheels turning in his mind, as he tried to piece it all together.

"We thought about doing for Jane, like you said, and that is OK with us." Clora offered in a quiet voice. "Her ma never came with them when they came to the house. They were just there when we woke up. Our ma didn't like them much. She didn't treat them good."

Evie gathered the kids into a hug. There wasn't anything she could do but give them love. Love and some schooling. That was for sure.


Pete lay on the jail bunk with his fingers in his ears. Betty was busy blistering the paint off the cell walls, not inclined to wind down her tirade any time soon. How she could go on and on, he thought exasperated. That was one useless woman; what he ever saw in that whining, money spending witch was beyond him now.

Will had all he was going to listen to concerning Betty. He grabbed a couple of items from his desk and walked back to the cell area.
As he unlocked the door, Betty turned quickly, her mouth open to deliver another blast.

"You have a choice," he said very quietly. "Either you shut up, or you will be in cuffs with a gag. I want an answer right now!"

Betty shut her mouth with a snap. It wasn't hard to remember the previous day in cuffs. Will had put his point across very well.

Betty muttered under her breath. "What did you say," Will demanded harshly.

Chewing her cheek, Betty said clearly,"I'll be quiet. That Pete makes me crazy and I lose control. What a rotted, spineless, good for nothing excuse of a man," her voice rose in volume until Will shook the zip ties and bandanna at her. Betty stopped and walked away from Will. Sitting on the bunk, she looked aimlessly over the sheriff's shoulder. "What happened to Sarah? I expected that she would have me out of here by now." Suddenly Betty got a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.

"Claude is home from the hospital, isn't he?"

In the act of relocking the door, Will said, " yes." and gave the key the final twist.

It was deathly quiet in the cell area all afternoon. Betty sat pondering her next move. She was thinking so hard she gave herself a headache. It had been so easy to demand her life and happiness from things and other people. Now when she was down to the framework, it was hard to know what to do with herself.

Pete slumbered in the silence, thankful for the respite from his wife's angry mouth. There were many things he should be thinking about, none that he cared to pursue. Except to figure out where ma put the money.
 

PacNorWest

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#88
Evie pounded the heck out of the deer burger as she made meatloaf. Painfully she had come to the conclusion that her son was an idiot schmuck. She thought of the years of Pete's youth. How eager he was to learn, how he excelled at school and went through Boy Scouts. He had scholarships for school, played on the golf team and could have gone pro; instead he had become the engineer he wanted to be. The aircraft company had sought him from the beginning. Then something happened. Pete dropped out of life. He dated Betty and they married.

It really hurt to think of Pete's rejection of all he had once eagerly sought. He became so irresponsible, he lost his engineer job and was demoted. Evie wasn't sure if he worked at all. And now, to find out he led such a duplicitous personal and moral life. It was devastating.

When she came to her senses Evie figured they would be eating the toughest meatloaf ever, the way she was manhandling the burger. She had added a half cup of dry oatmeal to the mix, extending the meat and soaking up the juices. She added rice to another pan and started cooking. The afternoon darkened with the storm, driving the children in to sit at the table with cups of hot chocolate.

Absorbed by her problems Evie missed the first request Benny made. "Grandma," he asked, raising his voice, "now that we are here, can we go to school?"

Evie stared st him like he was alien and green. School, oh my goodness, she had forgotten all about school. "Why yes, what grade are you in?" she continued working with supper.

"I don't know. We," he included Clora, "ain't never been."

Evie had to stop and grip the counter. "Oh my heavens, heavens," she muttered. Right under her nose and she didn't have a clue.
She guessed her only defense was she was a distracted old woman. A poor excuse at best. The fireplace insert crackled and popped as it warmed the kitchen and cooked their supper. It was a charmed, special interlude from the pressures of their lives.

Hap showed up, yawning and sniffing the air. "Smells like a great supper that your cooking Evie. When's it time to eat?"

"Soon, everybody wash up please." Kids scrambled to obey, and Hap sat at his place. "We have any coffee? I've been so thirsty today." He sounded and acted entirely normal this evening.

"Hap, do you remember being in the hospital? The doctor asked that you limit your caffeine, and drink more water. We'll have fresh coffee in the morning." she promised.

Supper was the sound of flying forks as hungry kids chowed down. Hap ate well and Evie followed his example. Supper was over and the dishes finished, when car lights flashed through the window.

"Now who would that be at this time of night," Evie wondered aloud. The knocks were loud and firm, and belonged to Will. He wasn't smiling.
 

Rabbit

Has No Life - Lives on TB
Pete's locked up, Betty's locked up and Patty is locked up and the Sheriff is knocking on Evie's door. Gotta be Claude up to something????? Gonna arrest Inky??? Good thing I'm not writing this story. PNW, you really do like Cliff. lol I can't get enough of this story fast enough.
 

Rabbit

Has No Life - Lives on TB
Yes three of them are locked up; and the fourth one is in the roadhouse....busy, but there are two loose threads yet to be taken care of and it's not Inky. LOL.
It has been so much fun writing this. I surprise myself with my devious thinking!

Oh yeahhhh, I forgot, where's Mom?
 

MrsClaus

Keeper of all things
It's the two mom's, the brother, Zander and .......................? a surprise maybe?

I was thinking of Betty, Sue--the one that left the children with Evie, and then Zander and Jane's mother. I better go back and read from the beginning.

And your surprises are always good PacNorWest
 
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PacNorWest

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#89
"Evie, can I speak to you for a moment?" Will was outfitted in rain gear and looked ready for the weather that was worsening by the moment. He beckoned the tired grandmother to the stoop and reached around her to shut the door.

Evie was wiping her hands dry on the bottom of her apron, and looked up to smile at Will. "Evening Will, what brings you out here tonight?"

"Evie, Zander is failing. Doc doesn't think he will make it through the night. I have to run out to Ev's, then I'll swing back by and take you into the hospital. I sure hate to bring you this kind of news," Will shuffled his feet. "Do you want me to see if Cheryl can come tonight?"

"Yes, please. I'll be ready." Evie started running through the chores that needed to be done before she could leave. "See you in a little while."

Hap was willing to get ready for bed and Evie blessed him for being so agreeable. The kids were lined up for rules and instructions and Evie gave them a handful. "You know the dos and dont's of being here alone. Keep the door locked, although Ev and Cheryl may be over later to stay. Be smart kids, dont be goofy and silly. I'll be back as soon as possible tomorrow."

"It's Zander isn't it," Benny asked quietly.

"He's very sick, as sick as Jane and the doctor doesn't have any hope. I'm so sorry to have to tell you this and then leave. Please forgive me," Evie said he artfully as she laid out breakfast items on the table. "Sandra, I'm sorry but I really think you should stay home. This is going to be an awful hurtful time."

"I have to go Grandma. I just can't stay home," Sandra pleaded, tearing up despite trying not to. "I have too." she finished.

"Alright," Evie acquiesced, looking at the other children to see if they objected. They shook their heads no. "Get a heavy sweater, it's raining hard out there. Please feed Inky, and be careful. NO shenanigans! Do you understand?" The remaining three looked out the corner of their eyes at each other and burst out laughing.

"We had a bet you would say that," Brett giggled, then looked sad. "Go be with Zander; Grandma we'll behave, we promise."

Evie looked hard at all three of them and then gave them a hug as she heard Will's car pull up outside.

Cheryl ran in as Evie and Sandra ran out. "Vaya con Dios," Cheryl yelled over the pounding rain and waved.

The hospital was quiet and cool, Donna was at her post and led the two of them back to Zander's room. The child lay deathly still, the faint puff of the ventilator the only sound.

Evie gathered his hand in hers and collected Sandra's with the other. Steeling herself against the tears that wanted to come, she prayed aloud. It was two hours later when the heart monitor beeped it's warning and the lines went flat. The charge nurse came running in and yanked the crash cart towards the bed.

"No," Evie said aloud. "The child has suffered enough. He deserves dignity, and peace." The nurse protested loudly, ringing for the doctor; stabbing her finger repeatedly on the call button. Phillips came running down the hall; his footsteps slapping loudly on the tile floor. He skidded to a stop inside the door. He glanced at the monitor screen and instructed the nurse to shut it off.

The nurse started to protest again until he reprimanded her sharply. Evie and Sandra stood with their arms around each other holding Zander's hand. They cried bitter tears, sorrowful tears and eventually tears of acceptance.

Doctor Phillips was writing in the chart. "You didn't have to come," he observed as he snapped the chart shut. "he wasn't awake at any time." he finished.

"I couldn't let that baby die alone," Evie told him simply. "He was my grandchild, family is there for family."

Phillips looked at her sharply and then shrugged his shoulders and walked out of the room.

Evie and Sandra sat there for a long time, talking softly about and to Zander. That was where Will found them as he cycled his rounds. One look at the disconnected and silent tubes and monitors gave him the answer to the question he didn't need to ask.
"I'll bring him out in the morning," he assured Evie. "I'll help the boys dig another grave, Zander was a brave kid. Do you want to sign the paperwork now?"

Unable to speak, Evie nodded and followed Will out to the desk. Donna had tears in her eyes and reached over to squeeze Sandra's hand. Sandy was white with strain and tension. She started to remove her hand from Donna's touch and then let it be.
Will told them any time they were ready he would drive them home. Evie put her arm around Sandra and walked to the door.

Against regulations, Sandra sat on Evie's lap during the ride home. The two couldn't let go of each other. Will helped them into the dimly lit house as Cheryl held the door open. Cheryl didn't have to ask; the evidence was in their faces.
Evie and Sandra walked into the living room and held their arms out to the children sitting on the couch.

Cheryl had tears running down her cheeks as she watched the family. Will watched for a second and turned abruptly and went out into the storm where the rain washed the traces of his emotion from his face.
 

debralee

Senior Member
Another very sad chapter in this great story. I'm betting that Sandra won't be telling grandma when she is having any chest pains for fear of surgery and dying.
 

PacNorWest

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#90
Will and Ev showed up the next morning as they planned. Benny and Brett accompanied them to the small cemetery and in almost complete silence they dug another grave. When they were finished, Benny said to Will; "Sheriff Will, Grandma wants to talk to you and Mister Ev this morning. She said to say it was pretty important."

Ev looked at Will and they communicated by a slight shrug of the shoulders. Ev's pickup bounced back through the pasture to the house, and both men carefully wiped their feet before entering Evie's clean kitchen. The smell of coffee and freshly baked cookies was a welcome interlude.

"Ev and Will, please sit down. We need to tell you some facts, and we need advice before we have the funerals." Evie started in a faltering voice. "First of all, there will be no more operations," and Evie told them of her theory about the children growing stronger if they rested well during their childhood, as Brett had done. "Will, do I have the legal right to do this in the face of Doc Phillips expected opposition? I'm not questioning the expertise of the doctors or the care from the hospital, this is more than they can handle."

Will scrubbed at his chin, frowning. "You have the piece of paper authorizing you to make these decisions for the children; and you claim Pete is their father based on birthmark evidence, correct?"

"With one very big complication," Evie wrung her hands nervously. "The children told me yesterday that Zander and Jane weren't their full blooded brother and sister. They claim another woman brought the two babies to the house and dropped them off."

Ev looked shocked at the news and Will sat quietly, running the legal ramifications over in his mind. "So you didn't know that there was another mother involved?" he questioned Evie.

"No," she said with a huge sigh. "It made no difference to me in any way, but I had no legal right to agree to their operations."
The adults understood that Evie could be in deep trouble.

"May I talk to the children," Will asked; "I need to get statements."

"Yes," Evie agreed. "That's why we wanted to do this before the funerals. In case you needed to do something else."

Cheryl was finishing the dishes as Will took Benny into the living room for a conference. She looked at Ev and they smiled small half smiles at each other. They were far more involved in the neighbors business than they ever wanted to be. The complications happening were worse than the soap operas Ev's mother loved to watch.

Will sent Benny back to the kitchen and asked for Clora. Talking with her briefly, he then asked for Sandra. He was in there a lot longer time with Sandy and then they all came to the kitchen. "Evie, I think you should know there is another problem developing," he spoke seriously. "The way I understand it, Sandra has a different mother than Benny and Clora, and Zander and Jane."

Sandra stood in the doorway, scuffing the toe of her shoe against the floor. She was afraid to look at Evie. "Are you mad at me, Grandma. I wanted to tell you last night." the young girl hiccuped and sobbed. Evie held her arms out to Sandy, and she went willingly to the comfort of the old lady's arms.
 

PacNorWest

Veteran Member
Actually for a song, I had in mind the "Happy Wanderer" song sung by Nelson Eddy and Jeanette MacDonald in one of their movie series. My mother was a great fan and used to whistle bits and pieces of the song. It had a part that went, "fa da ree, fa da rall,
believe me. It will stick in your mind.
 

Rabbit

Has No Life - Lives on TB
Oh my, that's a terrible song to have stuck in your head. Jeanette MacDonald and Nelson Eddy could hit notes that could break glass or ear drums, whichever came first.

I don't know that particular song but now "When I'm calling youuuuuuu,uuuu,uuuu, is stuck in my head. Thanks PNW
 

Deena in GA

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Wow. Pete certainly is a rascal, to put it nicely. I've been away for a few days, so it was nice to come catch up with several chapters. Thanks!
 
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