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Hannah lies her collection of knives on her bed most given by her father -the largest an SS knife he took off a dead SS man- her mother passing by her open door says whit hae ye those kni'es oan yer scratcher fur? I'm showing Benedict my collection Hannah replies O heem th' sassenach loon Mrs Scott says he's nice Hannah says and he likes knives and guns and he's interested in seeing them sae ye say her mother says and walks away to the kitchen Hannah sits on her bed and waits for Benedict to arrive she likes the SS knife best it has a kind of haunting feel about it the door knocker bangs gie th' duir Hannah it's th' loon so Hannah goes to the door and Benedict stands there come in and see Hannah says so Benedict follows her into her bedroom here's my collection she says showing him the knives spread on her bed he picks up a knife or two and weighs them in the palm of his hand and feels along the blade he picks out     the SS knife and says deadly thing this have you one? she asks no I have a flick knife   my uncle gave me he puts the SS knife down on the bed fine collection he says and they both sit on the bed near the knives at the one end Mrs Scott walks by and stops and says waur ye sittin' oan th' scratcher? just sitting and looking at the knives Hannah says nae oan th' scratcher her mother replies Benedict looks puzzled and Hannah says she doesn't want us sitting on the bed Benedict nods his head and says o right and looks at Mrs Scott who stares at him sternly and walks off something I said? he asks no Hannah says she doesn't trust us sitting on the bed why is that? he says God knows Hannah replies hearing her mother cursing in the kitchen like a buzz of flies.
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May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 4:56 PM UTC
A BUZZ OF FLIES 1960.
Hannah lies her collection of knives on her bed most given by her father -the largest an SS knife he took off a dead SS man- her mother passing by her open door says whit hae ye those kni'es oan yer scratcher fur? I'm showing Benedict my collection Hannah replies O heem th' sassenach loon Mrs Scott says he's nice Hannah says and he likes knives and guns and he's interested in seeing them sae ye say her mother says and walks away to the kitchen Hannah sits on her bed and waits for Benedict to arrive she likes the SS knife best it has a kind of haunting feel about it the door knocker bangs gie th' duir Hannah it's th' loon so Hannah goes to the door and Benedict stands there come in and see Hannah says so Benedict follows her into her bedroom here's my collection she says showing him the knives spread on her bed he picks up a knife or two and weighs them in the palm of his hand and feels along the blade he picks out     the SS knife and says deadly thing this have you one? she asks no I have a flick knife   my uncle gave me he puts the SS knife down on the bed fine collection he says and they both sit on the bed near the knives at the one end Mrs Scott walks by and stops and says waur ye sittin' oan th' scratcher? just sitting and looking at the knives Hannah says nae oan th' scratcher her mother replies Benedict looks puzzled and Hannah says she doesn't want us sitting on the bed Benedict nods his head and says o right and looks at Mrs Scott who stares at him sternly and walks off something I said? he asks no Hannah says she doesn't trust us sitting on the bed why is that? he says God knows Hannah replies hearing her mother cursing in the kitchen like a buzz of flies.
A BOY VISITS A GIRL TO SEE HER KNIFE COLLECTION IN 1960 BUT HER SCOTTISH MOTHER DISAPPROVES.
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terry-collett
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May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 4:56 PM UTC
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