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A strange Meeting…Eight

“What’s wrong with you?” she asked, holding a bag full of books. “Nothing,” he said, carrying another bag full of books.  “How many books did you buy?” “Not nearly enough.  I want to go back tomorrow, please.  There’s nothing like independent … Continue reading

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A Strange Meeting…Seven

“She loves books,” said the old man, appreciatively.  “She’s talking and singing to them.” Parker turned around and watched her pull a book off the shelf and press it to her heart.  “Yes, I guess you’re right,” he said. “You … Continue reading

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A Strange Meeting…Six

“I never thought about things that way,” he said,softly. “Well, men don’t know how to think, do they,” she sighed.  “That’s why we’re in this mess.  In early Egypt, when the culture was matriarchal there was peace and abundance, then … Continue reading

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A Strange Meeting…Five

“I didn’t think I was tired,” said Parker, stretching. “It was just a nap,” said Lexi.  “Are you sure Bill will be okay?” “I’m never sure of anything.” “Can’t you tell me what the papers said?” “I promise I will, … Continue reading

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A Strange Meeting….Four

“I’m thinking about staying here,” said Parker. “You know how risky that is, don’t you?”  asked Bill. “Of course I do.  But, I found someone I want to be with and I won’t give that up.  Get one of the … Continue reading

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A Strange Meeting…Part Three

“What if I don’t want things to end tomorrow?” “Maybe you can visit,” she said, unbuttoning his shirt. “Visit?” he asked, tearing off the last few buttons himself, listening to them hit the wooden floor. “Yes.  Next time you pop … Continue reading

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A Strange Meeting…Part Two

“Well, this is it,” she said, leaning froward to look at the shop between the flashing of the windshield wipers.  “WHAT YOU SEEK IS INSIDE?  Nice name but it seems closed.” He got out of the car, walked up two … Continue reading

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