Soon To Be No More And Already Nothing
"She's pitchin' summing fierce, Uncle Asphodel, and I fear it will only get worse."
"Nephew, it ain't nuthin' but a breeze."
"But Uncle..."
"Don't 'ee contradict me, Nephew!"
"Auntie will be worried sick."
"She has a husband spent his life afloat."
"Well, what if we go down?"
"We'll feed the fish as we have fed on them."
"And what'll we do then, dear Uncle Asphodel?"
"Why, we'll haint your Auntie. We'll haint your Aunt Lily, dear Nephew."
"But Uncle, haints, they cain't haint haints, dear Uncle. Haints cain't haint a haint, my dear Uncle that was."
12 July 2020
Texas Jim
Prospect, Nova Scotia
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