wavery

Updated: June 20, 2025

Say, after I'd been led up to this faded old relic that's bolstered with pillows in the armchair by the window, and listened to her wavery, cracked voice, I couldn't see anything funny in it at all. It's a vague, batty sort of talk we had. Mostly it's a monologue by her. "I am quite annoyed," says she, tappin' the chair arm with her thin, blue-white finger-nails. "My income, you know.

Sewell Ford - Wilt Thou Torchy