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Lydia's mother opened the door of the flat after I had knocked and gave me a stern stare is Lydia coming out? I asked she looked hard at me where? to the herbalist get some sarsaparilla I said sarsaparilla? she said yes it's good for you they say makes blood I said she looked at my scuffed shoes and blue jeans and the gun and holster hanging from the snake head elastic belt around my waist I suppose she can her mother said LYDIA she bellowed windows rattled a dog across the Square barked the milkman's horse lifted its head from the nosebag Lydia came to the door and poked her head out from under her mother's arm Benedict here wants to take you to get a sarsaparilla Lydia looked at you her eyes narrowing then widening ok she said can I go? she asked course if I say so as long as you are wrapped warmer than you are now her mother said Lydia rushed back inside and her mother took a long drag of a cigarette her yellowing fingers in a V shape what's your father do for a living? she asked the smoke carrying her words to me he's a metal worker I said he makes things from metal she stared at me a few loose hairs had escaped the flowery scarf about her head I think he frequents ****** she said I see I said unsure what she was saying she inhaled on the cigarette again her eyes gazing beyond me keep Lydia out a fair while she said pushing out smoke I want to rest my eyes a while ok I said she went indoors and I waited for Lydia sniffing in the smoke hanging about the doorstep the dog barked again the horse ate from the nosebag the milkman whistled a few notes from some tune I sniffed the smoke again hoping Lydia would be out wrapped warm soon.
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Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 7:17 AM UTC
WAITING FOR LYDIA.
Lydia's mother opened the door of the flat after I had knocked and gave me a stern stare is Lydia coming out? I asked she looked hard at me where? to the herbalist get some sarsaparilla I said sarsaparilla? she said yes it's good for you they say makes blood I said she looked at my scuffed shoes and blue jeans and the gun and holster hanging from the snake head elastic belt around my waist I suppose she can her mother said LYDIA she bellowed windows rattled a dog across the Square barked the milkman's horse lifted its head from the nosebag Lydia came to the door and poked her head out from under her mother's arm Benedict here wants to take you to get a sarsaparilla Lydia looked at you her eyes narrowing then widening ok she said can I go? she asked course if I say so as long as you are wrapped warmer than you are now her mother said Lydia rushed back inside and her mother took a long drag of a cigarette her yellowing fingers in a V shape what's your father do for a living? she asked the smoke carrying her words to me he's a metal worker I said he makes things from metal she stared at me a few loose hairs had escaped the flowery scarf about her head I think he frequents ****** she said I see I said unsure what she was saying she inhaled on the cigarette again her eyes gazing beyond me keep Lydia out a fair while she said pushing out smoke I want to rest my eyes a while ok I said she went indoors and I waited for Lydia sniffing in the smoke hanging about the doorstep the dog barked again the horse ate from the nosebag the milkman whistled a few notes from some tune I sniffed the smoke again hoping Lydia would be out wrapped warm soon.
A BOY AND GIRL IN 1950S LONDON.
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Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 7:17 AM UTC
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