SIMIAN FUNCTION 22
Mallet and foreclosure, dimple and
douse - we'd looked up these terms at
dinner when we were nine. (Dinner at nine?)...
No, nothing like that. You were a saint in those days,
and so was I - living on a mountaintop in '73, cradling
some cows and a lukewarm bull. Twice a week that guy
with the milk truck would drive up to the turnaround and
take our cold milk-cans away. 'Frost...ed milk balls' you'd call
us in the dead of Winter; and at 12 below you were never
for off. That wife of yours, Barbara, what a pistol she was.
Mallet and foreclosure, dimple and
douse - we'd looked up these terms at
dinner when we were nine. (Dinner at nine?)...
No, nothing like that. You were a saint in those days,
and so was I - living on a mountaintop in '73, cradling
some cows and a lukewarm bull. Twice a week that guy
with the milk truck would drive up to the turnaround and
take our cold milk-cans away. 'Frost...ed milk balls' you'd call
us in the dead of Winter; and at 12 below you were never
for off. That wife of yours, Barbara, what a pistol she was.
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