She’s got the perfect technique for the “FLIP.”
Yes, Coopy…you ‘ll get yours in a minute.
Then, as usual, she loves to walk and talk, and while reading her book. Newest is from Ted Dekker’s Journey series. LOVE!
And…she added to her “Jade” story. LOVING THIS!
…. See the previous day.
This is the next paragraph:
The van jolted to a complete stop. I lunged forward. A stranger named Clyde walked over to my seat. He had a scruffy black beard that was right below the chin. He sat down next to me and pulled out a piece of what looked like candy. He bit off one chunk, chewed, swallowed, then did that over and over as I sat staring at him. When he finished, he swallowed, then took out another piece of candy and slowly handed it to me. I shook my head in disbelief and began to reach out. But Clyde shook his head and swatted my hand away. “Don’t you know not to take food from strangers?” I nodded. His gruff voice sounded very sad sadder than usual. “When I was a boy, one time, a stranger tried to poison me with this ere candy bar. Luckly my ere mama swaed my and away and I was safe.”
That night ,as I lay in bed, I thought about what Clyde had said to me. I really could’ve been poisoned? Could I have? I pondered that if I really had been poisoned, would that be better than my life now? My conclusion was yes being poisoned would be better than this life.
The next morning, I woke up at four in the morning. I climbed out of bed, pulled open my curtains, turned on the shower, brushed my teeth, got into the shower ,which at that time, was freezing cold, got dressed, climbed downstairs, opened the cabinet, got out a bowl and spoon, poured cereal into the bowl, opened the fridge, poured the milk into the bowl filled with cereal, sat down, and ate. As I ate my cereal I noticed the newspaper sitting on the table. I pulled it forward and read the headline, Boy Died From Train, I stopped chewing. Because under the headline was the name, Black Morristine, my dead younger brother.
DUH DUH DUUUUUUUUUH!!!