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    <title>Lingard043</title>
    <updated>Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:48</updated>
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    <collections>Chapter 5</collections>
    <contributor>Lingard Estate</contributor>
    <coverage>1972</coverage>
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    <date>Thursday, March 10, 2016</date>
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in her at times.

Mrs Mullet crossed the street. &quot;What&#039;s going on here?&quot;

&quot;Nothing, Mrs Mullet,&quot; said Tommy.

&quot;We were just fooling aroundcoddin&#039;, Mrs Mullet,&quot; said Sadie with false
sweetness in her voice.

Linda was quiet. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Are you wanting to come in forWhat about coming in. Would you like a cup of tea?&quot; asked Mrs
Mullet. &quot;I&#039;ve one on the gas now.&quot;

&quot;No thanks,&quot; said Tommy. &quot;I&#039;ve to be up for my work in the morning.&quot;

&quot;See you tomorrow, Tommy?&quot; said Linda.

&quot;AyeAye. Good night.&quot;

He and Sadie left Linda and her mother. When they heard the
Mullets&#039; door shut, Sadie said, &quot;There&#039;s times when I could spit in that woman&#039;s eye.
at times. And what you see in Linda I&#039;ll never know]&quot;

&quot;Oh give over, Sadie,&quot; said Tommy wearily, feeling he had had
enough of women for one day. &quot;Think You&#039;d think you might have
learned it&#039;s better to keep your motuhuthshut. at times&quot;

&quot;Easier you mean. Not the same thing&quot;You&#039;re all for a quiet
life.&quot;

&quot;You&#039;re in a real aggressive mood.&quot;

She shrugged and then said, &quot;I&#039;m getting ready for the storm.
I&#039;ve no doubt that Linda has brought the news home about Kevin and
me.&quot;

The storm broke as soon as they came into the kitchen. Sadie
stood with her head up listening to her mother&#039;s tirnade. At the end
of it she said, &quot;All I&#039;ve done is go for a walk with aboy.&quot;
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