Fiction with Character and dialogue work
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM) North American (US New England - Boston, Providence)Transcript
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What do you mean, go on? I was going to say that's all there is. But I guess it wasn't because something else popped out just like Jack out of his box. He wouldn't be laughing at me, I says, if he knew how close I've come to stop in his clock for good A couple of times she just sat there looking at me, those doc thin shadows chasing each other down her face and getting in her eyes so I couldn't read him. I'm scared, I says. Not of him of myself. If I don't get the kids away from him soon, something bad is gonna happen. I know it is. There's a thing inside me and it's getting worse. Is it an eye? She asked calmly. Since such a chill swept over me. Then it was like she found a window into my skull and used it to peak right into my thoughts. Something like an eye. How do you know that? I wish for. And as I sat there, my arms broke out in goose bumps and I started to Shiva. I know, she says, and starts knitting of fresh roe. I know all about it Delores. Well, I'm gonna do him in. If I don't watch out. That's what I'm afraid of. Then I can forget all about that money. I can forget all about everything. Nonsense, she says, and the needles went. Click, click, click in her lap. Husbands die every day, Delores. Why one is probably dying right now. While we're sitting here talking, they die and leave their wives their money. She finished her row and looked up at me, but I still couldn't see what was in her eyes because of the shadows the rain made. They went creeping and crawling all across her face like snakes. I should know, shouldn't I? She says. After all, look what happened to mine. I couldn't say nothing. My tongue was stuck to the roof of my mouth like an inch bug toe flypaper an accident, she says in a clear voice. Almost like a school. Teachers is sometimes an unhappy woman's best friend. What do you mean? I asked. It was only a wisp, but I was a little surprised to find I could even get that out. Why, whatever you think, she says. Then she grinned. Not a smile, but a grin. To tell you the truth, Andy, that grin chilled my blood. You just want to remember that what's yours is hiss and what's his is yours. If he had an accident, for instance, the money he's holding in his bank accounts would become yours. It's the law in this great country of ours. Her eyes fastened on mine. And for just a second there, the shadows were gone and I could see clear into them. What I saw made me look away fast on the outside. Vera was Justus. Cool is a baby sitting on a block of ice. But inside, the temperature looked to be quite a bit hotter, about as hot as it gets in the middle of a forest fire. I'd say it a guess. Too hot for the likes of me to look at belong, that's for sure. The law is a great thing, Delores, she says. And when a bad man has a bad accident, that can sometimes be a great thing to. Are you saying I begun? I was able to get a little above a whisper by then, but not much. I'm not saying anything, she says. Back in those days, when Vera decided she was done with the subject, she slammed it closed like a book