The Parenting Licence_Buffalo Gal_I am somebody_Petunia
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The Parenting Licence
Constance arrives at the shops in her plain, economical hatchback, 15 minutes earlier than necessary to pick her fiance up. She wonders what the good news is that he mentioned in his text; she checks her phone again now that she’s out of the car, but he hasn’t let up any more information.Over the shoulder of the last customer of his shift, Dan notices one fast-moving woman navigating through the supermarket’s denizens and he can tell it’s his Constance before her features are even visible. The bench she always sits on to wait for him is visible from the cash registers; her smiles from the ben...
Buffalo Gal
Buffalo gal, won’t you come out tonight Come out tonight Come out tonight Buffalo gal, won’t you come out tonight And dance by the silvery moonI love blizzards. I’m even somewhwww.onedoor.ccat of an expert on blizzards. I’ve survived more than one and even have the t-shirt to prove it. Most of the blizzards I survived were when I lived in Buffalo, so a lot of us enjoyed singing that old tune at the beginning of this story. We had other words, which referred to what Buffalo gals would do when instead of the silvery moon there were inches and inches of silvery snow. Up over cars, devouring sidewalks, forcing ...
I am somebody
I never questioned what my mother had told me. She didn't know who my father was. I only knew that somehow I would become something great, and he would know I was his son. My mother had come to America from Argentina when I was young. I was without my mother for a few years, living in my village with my aunt. The town was small but enough for a boy of five years old. I have fond, although very few memories of my family and I outside, all the time, considering we didn't have glass windows, just holes in the walls. One night, a snake was in my room, having climbed through our open windows, and n...
Petunia
Pamela loved her pigtails and often hooked her thumbs behind the straps of her Oshkosh B'gosh coveralls. Whether she knew she was precocious or not could never truly be ascertained. However she was the Apple of Vernon’s eye and had been for the nearly eight and a half years since she had arrived as a late in life baby. Today was certainly no exception!“I want to keep her,” Pamela stated in her usual tone which simply meant she wouldn't be persuaded otherwise. Vernon’s eyes twinkled. He normally would of just tossed the sleeping baby skunk out the backdoor of the boiler room of the building whe...