My words.

Had it not been for the problem of scarcity-close to the market for nannies-and the inevitable bad PR, the Bonners would have employed eunuchs. IN one of those miracles associated with divine intervention, ghosts, spirits, fung shui, or whatever you please, Cactus Jack Bonner was alert More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Erika Roman from the moment Flub and Clint laetare medal

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Gulf, admitting sanity and clarity. Jack couldnt see out of his left eye at all, and his right one was next to useless. But he saw Flub and Clint clear enough, and was overwhelmed More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Erika Roman to see them. He would have cried, but he couldnt coordinate that many emotions at one time. His noblegarden wow

was also bad, but his sons words and phrases drifted through and he understood. Flub said, Jesus, Clint, whod have thought it would come to this. Clint Bonner swallowed More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Erika Roman and closed the door. Flub put a briefcase on Jacks dresser and dug a silver dollar out of his trouser pockets. He flipped the coin foppish

into the air, saying, You call it, little brother. Itll be heads. Heads it was. Flub lost. He stared at the coin, transfixed. Jack, watching More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Erika Roman this, knew what it was about. He wanted to talk to them, to encourage them. They were doing this themselves, not hiring someone like a couple of pussies. They were the wiz

men, damn them, and he was proud of them. He remembered little Flub walking to More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Erika Roman the plate for his first at bat in the little leagues, remembered Flub taking practice cuts, remembered him swinging from his heels at the first pitch. Flub, his eyes watering, flopped into a chair. Jack thought. Do what shanty creek resorts

have to do. Flub. Its gotta be done, Flub, Clint More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Erika Roman said. Listen to your brother. Jack thought. Why couldnt he have popped off like everybody else? The old son of a bitch earned himself enough money to buy anything he wanted except a ticket out of it all. We shouldnt have let him go laetare medal

like this. Flubs More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Erika Roman voice turned soft, regretful. He cant even watch the fucking Oilers. Jack wanted to get up and comfort his sons. They were thirty-seven and thirty-nine but still kids to him. He felt proud that they looked like him at their age. Flub in particular looked like More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Erika Roman his clone. He wanted noblegarden wow

hold them. I think we lost Cactus Jack a couple of years ago, Flub. This aint the old son of a bitch who used to cuss us out all the time. Flub wiped his eyes with his sleeve and opened the briefcase. He More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Erika Roman started to water up again when he picked up the laetare medal

With tears in his eyes he sat at his fathers side. Poor old fucker, he said. He .

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