By Sue Townsend
This name offers the continued adventures of 1 of the UK's top enjoyed comic-characters. as a result of his monetary scenario Adrian Mole has been pressured to maneuver round the corner to his mom and dad. And his various nightly visits to the bathroom lead him to suspect prostate trouble...
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Simpson. The surrounding fields suddenly became the town, with bright black asphalt instead of dirt and mud, new pine-board and shingle houses instead of struggling corn. A bank, another church, and two more blacksmiths took Medgar into 1917, all courtesy of William Beecher Boyd and the Monongahela Mining Company. The 1920s saw Medgar grow to two thousand people in the finger valley between the Hogsback and White Mountain. A school, a jail, traffic. The Depression came and went like an unfamiliar cousin.
I was just bored,” I said, eyes still on the acorn top. Finally I looked up. He was staring straight into me. “You don’t need to be doin that no more,” he said again—softer this time. I nodded, then looked out over the town. ” he asked after a time. “Hit by a car,” I lied. ” “My brother Cleo coulda died when he was a kid. ” I was eager to change the subject. “Fell off the barn roof. ” “Older; he’s seventeen. Gonna be a senior this year. Bad-ass football player. Third-team All-American QB last year.
They shook stiff hands. The inside of Pops’ Chisold Street home was sparkling clean—Audy Rae saw to that—but to me it smelled old and empty. In the living room, two matching wing chairs with eagle-claw feet and brass buttons tacked down the front faced a worn light-blue sofa with doilied arms. Three of my mother’s paintings hung over it: a man canoeing on a river; wild horses splitting a canyon; the Chisold Street house sometime in the sixties. The room was alien and unused, but anything was better than the throttling silence of our house in Redhill.