Idgie And Ruth の小説・ストーリー

“It would be nice to sit beside the river, close to where your huts used to be. I know a shortcut which takes us round the village rather than through it.” Sigurd knew that lane all too well. He doubted she had ever visited it when darkness fell and it would not do to run into Faye or her ilk. “You have to take the plunge sometime,” he said. “Not in the river, I hope.” Her nervous laugh spoke volumes. “Henry Bolling has been persuaded to leave.” Ruth gasped. She put her other hand to her mouth. “You didn’t, did you? How did Mam take it?” “She went with him.” He wondered how to break it to her, or if she already knew. “He isn’t really her brother.”

I grumble. Realization dawns on Ruth’s face as she bursts out in laughter, hunching over and grabbing her middle as she laughs maniacally. “Those old hags knew I would phone Daddy the instant we found out Jamari was missing.” She wipes tears off her face. “Those crazy bitches.” “Laugh it up.” I tell her as I move past her and start walking once again. Kenji and Ruth fall in line beside me shortly after. “Are you done?” I ask when I feel her presence to my left.

In nervousness, I accidentally cough. "Are you okay dar?" Dar? Dar as in what? Is that a short of darling? Shit he was hot when we're having s*x but now he's so corny and out of character! But I nodded. "Well, Beatrix's parents owned a taxi company, and now that they died in a car accident, she was the new owner," answered Apollo. I CAN'T TAKE IT! I HAVE TO EAT THE FOOD THAT THEY WERE ALL IGNORING! Since Apollo is busy reasoning out about me, I ate the king crab. It was so big but luckily they had scissors.

But when she reappeared, dressed and ready to go, my nerves were still on edge. I tried to put on a brave face as we headed to the living room, where our son Ian was playing with his toys. But I could feel the tension between us, and I knew that something was off. As I settled onto the couch, my phone beeped with a new message. I glanced over the screen, and my heart skipped a beat. It was from Julius, "Quincy Randolph, is at the transportation company, he held an open meeting. Where are you?" My eyes turned red with anger. How dare he? How dare he try to steal my company out from under me?

Jackson says softly before he pressed his lips together. “What are you two talking about?!” Ruth calls out angrily as she faces her husband and her second son. “You sound like Harry is dying! He is not going to die! He is not going to die and I will never allow that not until I am alive.” She turns her attention back to Harry as she cups his cheek. “Harry is going to wake up… I know my precious youngest will wake up. I know he will come back to us.” Ruth placed Harry hand against her cheek, “Harry, baby please wake up.”

" Ruth shouted while bumping into Catherine who had already slept off. The awful screaming of her name woke her up. She rubbed her tired eyes and looked at Ruth who banged inside her room without knocking. "Ruth, why are you screaming my name like that? I hope nothing bad has happened" she asked not that she cared, after all, nothing will be as bad as the death of her mother. "I am sorry to you wake up like this. Your father fell inside the gutter and he vomited all over his body. You know it's snowing out there he may catch a cold" Linda said. Cathy's heartaches, why is she suffering too much lately? She asked in her mind.

He couldn’t believe the low-key flirting between the two, as if they were teenagers! “Whahahaha!” Lyn laughed. “Kyaaah~ they’re so cute~” Lisa squealed. “I’m going to report this to Senyora Isabella~” Leleng added. “....” Diego After trying on their wedding attire and indulging in a bit of playful banter, Semion and Diego returned to his office to continue working. As Semion organized the upcoming events for their mafia group, he kept hearing Celeste’s little voice in his head. ““I like you…””

I'd even found a great one at $15k a month. But Pauline? She shot it down immediately. "Why waste money on strangers? No one will take care of you better than family!" But now she was happily dropping fifty grand a month—for Yana? That name hit me like a slap. Yana. Suddenly, a memory surfaced. One afternoon, I'd forgotten some documents at home and doubled back to grab them. Pauline had been in the living room, laughing with a young, pregnant woman. The table was covered with the expensive fruits I'd bought—peels and cores littering the floor.