ALL THE HANDIWORK
OF MANKIND
(the kaye boyle story)
She was the last daughter of a brute - some drunken guy
who spent his nights passed out on the living room floor.
Never getting up, he drove himself to death - cerebral,
physical, thrombosis, the rest. She grew up thinking of
these things. 'I just want escape,' she thought to herself.
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Married a tailor, then remarried a gent. Found they had
some money, to Europe they went. Sitting outside at
some Parisian Campari table, she looked around at said,
'Yes, yes, this could be my completion. All the better works
of Mankind could get no better than this.' Then, five years
later, they found her dead. The mysteries deepened.
-
Her friends wondered nothing : 'She was always so
strange; we couldn't understand her; she's gone,
it's a shame.'
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