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Updated: May 11, 2025
She could guess that the quick entrance into the trailer park, if it were such, was a reaction to her, the nefarious whore, whom he had ridden in sync to a female's need for pleasure many years earlier. Maybe as an afterthought to the decision of allowing his son to go off with Nathaniel, Rick's father recognized the address his son had gone to.
"I hae na seen ye're bonny face these muckle years, sir, sync ye cam' back frae ae sight o' the young mistress." I told him yes. That I had come for a last look at the old place before I left. He sighed. "Ye're vera welcome, sir." Then he added: "Mr. Bordley's gi'en me a fair notion o' yere management at Gordon's. The judge is thinking there'll be nane ither lad t' hand a candle to ye."
Skirl, a shrill sound, especially that characteristic of the bagpipes. Slippit awa', slipped away, died. Sync, afterward, since. Tarn, a small mountain lake. Tatties, potatoes. Tid, a pet name for a child. Tirley-wirley, a disturbance. Wasna, was not. Wee bit hoosie, little house. Whaup, the curlew, a large bird of the Sandpiper Family. Wifie, an endearing term for a woman.
"I hae na seen ye're bonny face these muckle years, sir, sync ye cam' back frae ae sight o' the young mistress." I told him yes. That I had come for a last look at the old place before I left. He sighed. "Ye're vera welcome, sir." Then he added: "Mr. Bordley's gi'en me a fair notion o' yere management at Gordon's. The judge is thinking there'll be nane ither lad t' hand a candle to ye."
"I hae na seen ye're bonny face these muckle years, sir, sync ye cam' back frae ae sight o' the young mistress." I told him yes. That I had come for a last look at the old place before I left. He sighed. "Ye're vera welcome, sir." Then he added: "Mr. Bordley's gi'en me a fair notion o' yere management at Gordon's. The judge is thinking there'll be nane ither lad t' hand a candle to ye."
I knew the grin was out of sync. I laughed. I turned to some rocks. I grew serious. "The rocks," I realized, "are part of the Earth. The Earth is sacred." I did not realize, as I continued to astonish myself with my own profundity, that I had finally entered a world similar to the ones described in the Castaneda books. Suddenly Rama raised his arms and made a whistling sound.
And we shouted parting injunctions and exchanged old war cries, the meanings of which were only known to us, and we were guilty of such riotous conduct that, it being now Sunday morning, one or two of the quieter members suggested we had better drop down to about half-a-gale, as there was a severe-looking old sergeant of police with an eye on us; but once, in the middle of a heart-stirring chorus of "Auld Lang Sync," Jack, my especial chum, paused for breath and said to me: "It's all right, Joe, the trap's joining in."
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