“I ain’t doin’ it.”
“Don’t be such a wuss. Frankie and Tommy done it and ya know whata ‘fraidy cat Tommy is.”
Dickie crossed his arms and stuck out his chin.
“It’s broad daylight…what ya think is gonna happen taya?”
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“I ain’t got no good reason ta, okay? I’m leavin’, bye.”
“That whata nuns teach ya in the Catholic school, eh? Come on, Dickie. Jus’ go down and…”
“What are you boys up to? You fancy my apple pie, do you?”
“Run, Dickie. Old Lady Pritchard’s gonna git you with her cane.”
“Stealin’s wrong, see… Come on.”
“You’re hopeless, Dickie…”
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July 2, 2013 at 8:03 pm
Good one, Tess! I love the vernacular.
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July 5, 2013 at 8:21 pm
I’m not sure about vernacular, but sometimes I can’t avoid it. Thank you, Susan.
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July 2, 2013 at 9:31 pm
Nice story – love how you spell it like it sounds!
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July 5, 2013 at 8:18 pm
Thank you SSM. Glad you enjoyed this one.
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July 2, 2013 at 10:02 pm
Really good one, dialect and all! You’re so creative with all your food/restaurant scenes.
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July 5, 2013 at 8:17 pm
Thank you, Paulette. These are like a puzzle to me and I LIKE doing puzzles.
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July 3, 2013 at 8:56 am
Nice reversal of expectations with these gents.
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July 5, 2013 at 8:13 pm
Thank YOU, Len. Sometimes I wonder about reincarnation. Have I met these people somewhere before?
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July 3, 2013 at 9:17 am
Love the interaction with this one Tess
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July 5, 2013 at 8:11 pm
Thank you, Valentine. Hope you’re having a nice vacation.
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July 3, 2013 at 11:57 pm
Love, love, love the dialogue – oh, that twang!
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July 5, 2013 at 8:11 pm
Thanks, Troy. I wonder where any of this comes from. I AM a small town girl–or used to be growing up–but never THIS this small town.
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July 5, 2013 at 2:55 am
Made me chuckle!
The dialogue and the whole thing felt like an odd little tom sawyer-ish little anecdotal tale with the little rascals tossed in there somewhere! 😀
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July 5, 2013 at 8:09 pm
Yes, I was thinking a small town, maybe in the 50s. Nice to hear you like it.
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July 7, 2013 at 8:08 am
Ah, pie cooling on the windowsill – suppose it’s almost impossibly for little boys to resist!!
Good story Tess – I could see their mischievous expressions 🙂
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July 9, 2013 at 9:36 pm
The little rascals played it out in front of me and I couldn’t resist. I hopped someone would steal the pie because I wanted a piece too.
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July 20, 2013 at 5:24 pm
Thank you, yet again.
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August 10, 2013 at 12:33 pm
And she is going to tan someone’s hide!!
xxx
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August 11, 2013 at 12:50 pm
If she can catch them!
I think she has strong feeling about pilfering but wouldn’t mind sharing.
Happy Sunday, Red.
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