Rupert Bush Audiobook
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (General)Transcript
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on the day he lost his right foot. Walter Van Brunt had been haunted, however haphazardly, by the ghosts of the past. It began in the morning when he woke to the smell of potato pancakes, a smell that reminded him of his mother dead of sorrow after the Peter Skill riots of 1949 and it carried through the miserable lunch break. He divided between nostalgic recollections of his paternal grandmother and a liverwurst sandwich that tasted of dead flesh and chemicals over the wine of the lay. That afternoon, he was surprised by a waking dream of his grandfather, a morose, big bellied man so covered with hair he could have been an ogre out of a Children's tale. And then, just before five, he had a vague, rippling vision of a leering Dutchman in Sugar Loaf hat and pantaloons. The first ghost, the ghost of the pancakes, was conjured by the deft culinary hand of Lola Sala ve his adoptive mother. The water was only midway through his fourth year, when his natural mother succumbed to the forces of bigotry and misguided patriotism. He remembered her chiefly for her eyes, which were like souls made flesh and her potato pancakes, which were light, toothsome and drowned in sour cream and home made apple source lying. Abed waiting in the limbo between dreaming and consciousness for the alarm to summon him to his hellish job at depths to manufacturing. He caught the scent of those ethereal pancakes, and for just a moment, his mother was there with him. The ghost of his grandmother, Elsa van Brunt, was also mixed up with the scent of food he unwrapped. The liverwurst on white Lola had concocted for him in the P number. Hold on, and suddenly he was 10 years old, spending the summer on the river with his grand parents. The day is dark as December, with a storm sitting atop Underberg Mountain.