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    <title>Lingard032</title>
    <Collections>Chapter 4</Collections>
    <Contributor>Lingard Estate</Contributor>
    <Coverage>1972</Coverage>
    <Creator>Linen Hall Library</Creator>
    <Date>Thursday, March 10, 2016</Date>
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    <Identifier>Lingard032</Identifier>
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    <Keywords>Prods, Jackson</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
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    <Publisher>Linen Hall Library</Publisher>
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    <Transcript>﻿30

“How can you ever expect to have a decent life if you go on having
all those numbers of kids? I don&#039;t know why the pPope has to make
you do it.&quot;

&quot;You&#039;re talking rot.&quot; He was angry now. &quot;The pPope doesn&#039;t make
us. You Prods are all the same, you haven&#039;t the faintest idea what
you&#039;re attalking about.&quot;

They glared at one another across the table, then let their a eyes
fall. They did not want to fight, as they once had. Sadie swallowed
hard before she spoke. She always found it difficult to withdraw*

&quot;I&#039;m sorry,&quot; she said. &quot;I didn&#039;t really mean it like that.&quot;

&quot;That&#039;s all right.&quot;

It was the first time they since their meeting that evening that
there was any unease between them. Kevin&#039;s brow was creased and
his eyes were dark. Sadie fiddled with the spoon in her saucer.

&quot;I wouldn&#039;t have nine kids myself, mind you,&quot; he said.

&quot;No?&quot;

&quot;No. I couldn&#039;t feed them.&quot; He stood up. &quot;Come on, I&#039;ll leave
you home.&quot;

&quot;You don&#039;t have to.&quot;

&quot;I don&#039;t have to do anything. I never do anything I don&#039;t want to
do. You should know w that about me, Sadie Jackson.&quot;

She laughed and jumped up. &quot;I know that. But it might be asking
for trouble coming into my street.&quot;

&quot;I&#039;ll leave you at the endheadof it, I won&#039;t come to your door. I
wouldn&#039;t want to give your mMa heart attack.&quot;I nearly did once
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