Verity and Barney Tattle had been married ten years. They had three children. Verity was a “homemaker”. Barney worked in a garden centre. Then Barney lost his job.
Barney found another job, as a nightshift worker at a factory. The pay was lousy. In fact it wasn’t enough to support his family. Let Barney take up the story…
“Through it all,” said Barney, “through thick and thin, my wife managed to put enough food on the table. Goodness knows how she did it, but she did. Wise budgeting I suppose, and knowing how not to waste a thing. She was a miracle worker if there ever was one. She coped on the smell of an oily rag for two years. And then I found a new job. It paid better. The hard times were over, but my wife had saved the day. My getting the better paying job was the beginning of our real trouble. That was when Verity was diagnosed with cancer. She lived for only another three weeks.”
Verity? Verity Tattle? Were you married to Verity Tattle? All the guys wondered what happened to her. Well I never! She was the best night club pole dancer in town.
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Verily and yea, the truth will out. I like the structure of this story with Barney taking over the narration. And where was this conversation occurring I wonder? In a peeler bar? Barney seeking solace in sin? Oh, I love a story that makes my mind wander!
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Thanks! You indeed have a wondering wandering winding wending imagination!
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Ah, the things that women do to keep food on the table!
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My grandmother “kept boarders” during the Great Depression!
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I have heard that pole dancing (unlike lap dancing) was ruled by some judge in a civil case to be an athletic, choreographed, art form.
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I think the judge was completely up the pole!
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I hear it’s almost your birthday, Cynthia! Many happy returns!
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Thank you very much, Lisa!
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Erk. I had just picked up my glass of wine (after putting it down to pay close attention to your poem), and this came along. I may never finish this glass of wine. See, you’re good for my health, Bruce.
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Wine is probably better for you health, Yvonne.
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I agree, Cynthia.
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😀 Drink up – it’s not every day you’re in Lucca!
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OK!
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Knowing you, I thought she had a job on the side (the one I imagine was slightly different) 🙂
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Blow!!! You are starting to read me like a book!
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not yet 🙂
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Be careful, Sylvie, he may be one of those books on the Index Librorum Prohibitorum…
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I am undone! I have been uncovered!
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Well, there’s some consolation in that: a book without a cover cannot be a book judged only by its cover.
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That’s almost worthy of a place in a coveted (I mean covered) book of quotes. I feel like my goat… no protective covering fat, and so it would die if not protected from the slightest hint of storm-tossed rain. (Speaking of which – did you get any of all that snow?)
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We have plenty of snow on the ground from previous storms and we’ve had some howling winds lately, but no, this particular blast seems to be staying south ….affecting NY and just now Washington DC, Virginia and having left havoc in it s wake in North Carolina and other regions thereabouts. “Those people” just aren’t prepared for it, and the cities are more congested, so it’s a bigger deal than it would be, say, in Maine, or in Quebec.
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Yes – I was wondering about the hassle of “not being prepared”. In Quebec (Province) snow would sometimes be higher than the top of the garage door!! – and had to be cleared by 7.30 am on many days!
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Oy! Me too!
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Oy! OK! (I always wondered how to spell “oy!”)
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Well, Bruce, like Pauline, I will just say “The things women do to keep food on the table…” And what with Snowzilla here, keep snow off the doorstep…
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Your snow and my story have perchance connected to form the North Pole dancer! Keep the chin up and keep shovelling!
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Like Susanne, I liked the structure. And the twist at the end
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Thank you. I guess the structure happened by accident, but like most things for which one happily accepts praise – we like to think we intended it!!
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North or South pole?
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Cracow.
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Gdansk
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Everyone can change….
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A quick change out of her house clothes and into her work clothes!!!
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Heah! Heah!
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I was guessing she was making money with the world’s oldest profession! Woo hoo!
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Congratulations on the guessing. There are times when a story “almost” causes people to suspect the very worst!
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A shift in the perspective and a dramatic tale and a tragedy that can be ballooned into a five act play.
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