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Dallas - The Original Series
A town run on favours, money and power — and the people who run it are the Ewings ...
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<blockquote data-quote="James from London" data-source="post: 167273" data-attributes="member: 22"><p><u>Chapter 32</u></p><p></p><p><em>Trying to pull her mind off the migraine, she thought of Pamela, that cast of face and glancing eye that reminded her so much of Willard Barnes. She would carry his image all her life, what was left of it. First love, the only poet, wild and footloose and often crazy man – Ellie didn’t know if she ever wanted to see him now, to know the awful changes time made upon face and body.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>She touched her own cheeks, the skin toughened by sun and wind, seamed with much age and a few deep sorrows. Would she want him to see </em>her<em>? Perhaps he held the young picture of her in his mind, as she carried him. Now, with the wrinkles and seams and faded hair, the shoulders stooping no matter what she did to hold them up, the other sagging places high and low, she lived in a body she could not herself recognise.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Ellie pressed the heel of one hand against the right side of her forehead. She hadn’t been unhappy with Jock, and if they didn’t often climb the pinnacles of rapture together, so be it. He was solid and she knew him to the core; she was old-shoe comfortable with him, and they had mixed their blood in the boys. The boys . . . a girl such as Pamela might’ve been better, somewhere in between. Pretty as a bluebell, and underneath, tough as whang leather. Ellie had been elated to get word Pamela wasn’t the spy, and carried a load of guilt for not standing up for the girl when JR came down so hard on her. She would apologise, Ellie thought, in front of the whole family at the supper table. </em>If<em> Pamela and Bobby came back to the ritual suppers; if they moved it back into the small house.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Back in her own young time, Ellie Southworth might not have come back so easy. She might have made some folks eat humble pie for a while. But then, Ellie Southworth hadn’t been all that easy to get along with.</em></p><p><em></em></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="James from London, post: 167273, member: 22"] [U]Chapter 32[/U] [I]Trying to pull her mind off the migraine, she thought of Pamela, that cast of face and glancing eye that reminded her so much of Willard Barnes. She would carry his image all her life, what was left of it. First love, the only poet, wild and footloose and often crazy man – Ellie didn’t know if she ever wanted to see him now, to know the awful changes time made upon face and body. She touched her own cheeks, the skin toughened by sun and wind, seamed with much age and a few deep sorrows. Would she want him to see [/I]her[I]? Perhaps he held the young picture of her in his mind, as she carried him. Now, with the wrinkles and seams and faded hair, the shoulders stooping no matter what she did to hold them up, the other sagging places high and low, she lived in a body she could not herself recognise. Ellie pressed the heel of one hand against the right side of her forehead. She hadn’t been unhappy with Jock, and if they didn’t often climb the pinnacles of rapture together, so be it. He was solid and she knew him to the core; she was old-shoe comfortable with him, and they had mixed their blood in the boys. The boys . . . a girl such as Pamela might’ve been better, somewhere in between. Pretty as a bluebell, and underneath, tough as whang leather. Ellie had been elated to get word Pamela wasn’t the spy, and carried a load of guilt for not standing up for the girl when JR came down so hard on her. She would apologise, Ellie thought, in front of the whole family at the supper table. [/I]If[I] Pamela and Bobby came back to the ritual suppers; if they moved it back into the small house. Back in her own young time, Ellie Southworth might not have come back so easy. She might have made some folks eat humble pie for a while. But then, Ellie Southworth hadn’t been all that easy to get along with. [/I] [/QUOTE]
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