Geoffrey Chaucer The Pardoner's Tale Novels & Stories

I suppose we will never hang out again, and I will never get to find out the answer. My Brit Lit class is awfully slow this morning. I usually enjoy references to Shakespeare. However, today's topic is Geoffrey Chaucer, the famous fourteenth-century writer. He observed people, watched them, and put them into his stories. It reminds me of Jeremey Davis and how he people watches from the perch of his big tree in Harris Park. "Lily, tell us what you would do if you were Geoffrey Chaucer?" Crap, I wasn't paying attention. I sure hope I can wing this.

Third Person's POV A month later, all of the Moretti family's assets in Newmont had been liquidated. Fiora had been arrested and was facing 13 charges. Lorenzo wasn't prosecuted, but his name had become a joke in the city. The once-powerful Mafia Don was now left with nothing. He moved out of that villa, the one where Elena had been drenched with ice water and beaten by bodyguards. Before leaving, he stood at the entrance and looked at it for a long time.

I should have laughed but couldn't because of the upcoming sad tale. "You know Ujala?" I asked my teacher about the famous Neel powder. She seemed flummoxed for a moment. "Haven't you heard chaar boondon vala[one with four drops] ha....ha?" I sang the song of the advertisement for Ujala Neel to explain to her what I was talking about. "What's the point of bringing in Ujala here?"