Monday, April 20, 2009

Mark Spain Flamenco II

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was a jar of boiled sweets by her bed, and a thick glass bottle of the clear fluid from her complicated still out behind the woodshed. It wasn’t exactly whiskey, and it wasn’t exactly gin, but it was exactly 90° proof, and a great comfort duringyears, so a sweet at bedtime wasn’t going to worry it much.
After a few seconds a sense of pressure on her feet indi-
cated that the cat Greebo had taken up his accustomed
place on the end of the bed. Greebo always slept on Nanny’s
bed; the way he’d affectionately try to claw your eyeballs out
in the morning was as good as an alarm clock. But she
108 those worrying moments that sometimes occurred around 3 A.M. when you woke up and forgot who you were. After a glass of the clear liquid you still didn’t remember who you were, but that was all right now because you were someone else anyway.She plumped up the four pillows, kicked her fluffy slip-pers into the comer, and pulled the blankets over her head, creating a small, warm, and slightly rank cave. She sucked a boiled sweet; Nanny had only one tooth left, and that had taken all she could throw at it for many

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