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Rama handed him a Self Discovery, the free, promotional publication that had taken the place of WOOF!. Rama gave him an issue that had been distributed throughout southern California. On the front cover was a blowup of Cindy, a beautiful, young, blond woman, meditating on the hood of Rama's red Porsche. Inside were stories from The Last Incarnation.
"Don't you know that since you're 'growed up, as Aunt Cindy says, she swears by you? I heard her tell Mom Beck last night she reckoned she'd have to make a batch of little sugah hah't cakes right away, for Mistah Rob would be coming prowling round her cooky jah." "Am I growed up?" asked Rob gravely, throwing back his shoulders and looking into the mirror at the tall reflection it showed him.
"Poor white trash!" he exclaimed. "Don't go near her again!" "But I promised," answered Lloyd, dolefully. "I must keep my promise." "Then tell Cindy to make a pie, and let Alec take it down," he suggested. "No, she said she wanted to smell it cooking, and to eat it hot out of the oven, and I promised her she might." The Colonel glared savagely at the fire.
She had insisted on helping Cindy wait on them and was such a very lovely young Hebe that they could scarcely eat for looking at her. "Sakes, Mis' Mayberry," said Mrs.
So ev'y day atter dat Marse Wash'n'ton's wife 'ud sen' Cindy down by de aidge er de swamp fer ter git fresh roots. "'Cindy, said one er de fiel'-han's one day, 'yer better keep 'way fum dat swamp. Dey's a ha'nt walkin' down dere. "'Go way fum yere wid yo' foolishness, said Cindy. 'Dey ain' no ha'nts.
A breath of air brought to his nose from the building a smell unlike any that rises from woods or fields. Nose quivering, he noted it carefully, catalogued in it that strange variety of things his nose told him. He would never forget that smell or its associations. Earle came out at last came out alone. They drove home together. Aunt Cindy cooked supper for them.
Them little Hoosier pullets have already sprouted tail feathers. They ain't a one of 'em a-going into the skillet no matter how hungry Tom Mayberry looks after 'em. If I don't hold you and Cindy back from spoiling him with chicken-fixings three times a day he'll begin to show pin feathers hisself in no time."
"'I should think he would, after having no dinner, said Faith. "'There's Cindy, this minute! Run and tell her to go right away, and find out what his name is, tell her I want to know, you can put it in good words. "Cindy presently came back, and handed a card to Faith. "'It's easy done, said Cindy.
In 1986, Rama moved from Boston to Seattle with about eight men and three inner circle women: Laura, Cindy, and Anne. Once they arrived in Seattle, Rama informed the three women that he had asked them along specifically to satisfy his sexual appetite. He told them that they were to be his "Geisha's."
He are a-going to ask her to-night and I promised to keep Paw outen the way for him, 'cause Paw WILL get away from Maw and come talk crops with him sometimes on the front porch. May I go out to the kitchen and get Cindy to make a little chicken soup for Mis' Bostick now? I can't get her to eat much to-day."
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