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"Were you?" Louis asked, and smiled. "Dreams are funny, aren't they?"

Louis bent between his two kids and planted a kiss on her mouth. "Hi."

"Were you?" Louis asked, and smiled. "Dreams are funny, aren't they?"

"Dweems" He gave Louis's hair a hearty tug.

They had gotten as far as the station wagon in the parking lot when Gage began saying "Pretty, pretty," in a strange, hiccupping voice. This time he whoopsed all over Louis, who had put on a new pair of double-knit slacks for the plane-meeting occasion. Apparently Gage thought pretty was the code word for I've got to throw up now, so sorry, stand clear.

Rachel was carrying Gage in her arms, and he saw Louis when Ellie shouted. "Dayeee Dayeee"

"I got him changed in the toilet," she said. "I don't think it's a virus or anything. He was just airsick."

"Come on home," Louis said. "I've got chili on the stove."

"Come on, gang," Louis said, and they started down to the baggage area.

"Come on home," Louis said. "I've got chili on the stove."

Louis bent between his two kids and planted a kiss on her mouth. "Hi."

"Come on home," Louis said. "I've got chili on the stove."

"Oh," Ellie said, and that furrow between her eyes smoothed out. "Oh, that's good. When I had that dream, I was sure he was dead."

"She woke up screaming over the weekend," Rachel said quietly. "She had a nightmare."

"Come on home," Louis said. "I've got chili on the stove."

They had gotten as far as the station wagon in the parking lot when Gage began saying "Pretty, pretty," in a strange, hiccupping voice. This time he whoopsed all over Louis, who had put on a new pair of double-knit slacks for the plane-meeting occasion. Apparently Gage thought pretty was the code word for I've got to throw up now, so sorry, stand clear.

"Chili" Ellie screamed in Louis's ear, transported with delight and excitement.

They had gotten as far as the station wagon in the parking lot when Gage began saying "Pretty, pretty," in a strange, hiccupping voice. This time he whoopsed all over Louis, who had put on a new pair of double-knit slacks for the plane-meeting occasion. Apparently Gage thought pretty was the code word for I've got to throw up now, so sorry, stand clear.

"Were you?" Louis asked, and smiled. "Dreams are funny, aren't they?"

"Too many turkey sandwiches after the big day, that's my guess," Rachel said. "She had a bout of diarrhea too. Set her mind at rest, Louis, and let's get out of this airport. I've seen enough airports in the last week to last me for at least five years."

"Why, Church is fine, honey," Louis said slowly.

"Hi, hon," he said and bent over to catch Gage. He pulled him up into the crook of his arm and hugged them both. "I'm glad to see you back."

"Chiwwi" Gage screamed in Louis's other ear, which at least equalized the ringing on," Louis said. "Let's get your suitcases and blow this joint.

"I dreamed that Church got run over," Ellie said.

"Were you?" Louis asked, and smiled. "Dreams are funny, aren't they?"

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