A devil for reading

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I remember this couple. They came from Murray Bridge, and they only visited once.  They spent the whole time telling me about their granddaughter. They laughed so much and they were so proud. That was in 2015, and I never saw them again. I remember they wanted the Tintin books by Herge.

Their granddaughter would be 20 now. If only she knew how they had collapsed in on themselves, silent, pained, because there were no sounds that could carry enough value to ease their contentment at having received her into their quiet road, wooden breakfast table, tomato garden lives.

 

Herge’s Pirouette

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A couple told me this morning that they have come here all the way from Murray Bridge to get a sausage roll. And that they have a granddaughter who is a devil for reading. The book she wants is the one about the little girl who can pirouette! Over and over, the girl in the books does pirouettes out in the never never. Would I happen to have it?

I didn’t.

They were also anxious to get some Rin Tin Tin, hard to find these days but very good comics. They were so happy. They described their granddaughter who pirouettes all over the house, and how they all love the Rin Tin Tin comic books! She said that food and books go together, and he said that books go well with a gin and tonic. He said that he grew his own vegetables.

Later, when I was closing, I told Steve about the flooding here last week, and he told me that he’s glad he shifted up near the water tower because at least he is safe there. The people in the house that he was in before would have been completely underwater, at least he hoped so. Then he drove off in his gopher with two more James Patterson paperbacks jumping about in the front basket. He reads Westerns, Alistair Mclean, and James Patterson. He says that nearly everything else is shit. I asked him has he read the Tintin books, and he said that they sound like shit too!

Photography by Rubee Hood