“Ernie, I think you forgot to take your meds today,” I said. Then, at the next break, Ernie said, “So are you gonna cry about it like a punk, or are you gonna do something?” The show came back on, and we watched in comfort-able silence. Grinning, I said, “That’s because we told her you used to be a prince in Italy but then you became a mafioso. Used to curtsy at me when she was little.” “Did you hear my brother’s getting married next weekend?” I asked. During commercial breaks, that was when we’d talk. We watched old cop shows and ate peanuts in silence. Then he laughed the way he always did, and I sat on his couch. “Did you bring me a cigarette?” Ernie asked me from the couch. I parked in front of the house and knocked once before I let myself in. So I was pretty surprised when I pulled onto Ernie’s street and saw John’s car on its way out. After John pushed him out of the business, Ernie said John wasn’t his blood anymore. To keep him company but also to make sure he was still alive.Įrnie didn’t have anybody around to remind him to take his medicine, and his nephew John sure as hell wasn’t coming by to visit. I knew it was wrong to let him bum a cigarette, but he was an old guy, and who can really say no to an old guy?Įrnie lived in a small house off the highway, and I tried to go out and see him once a week at least. I used to take smoke breaks with him outside. Sure, Ernie was old, but he was a hard worker, and everybody loved him. John ended up cutting him out of the business completely, forcing him into retirement. At first he demoted Ernie to bartend-ing, but Ernie couldn’t keep up, so John had him roll silverware. His nephew John was running the place now, and he was a prick. Ernie had to have been at least seventy years old when I worked there in high school. He never forgot a face, no matter how old he got. The day Belly went home, I went to visit Ernie, the old owner of the seafood restaurant I used to bus tables at.Įvery kid who ever went to Cousins knew who Ernie was, just like Ernie knew every kid. We howled like wolves at the horrible acting, and we ate Fritos and the rest of my mother’s lemon squares. Steven and my mom and I watched crime TV, one of those shows where they re-create crimes. But with my mother by my side, I finally felt like I could breathe again. Still, planning this wedding, being away from home, being in a fight with my mom-it’d had me in knots. I called Jeremiah as soon as I got in my car. I felt shy as I said, “Thank you for coming, Mom. I tried to grab the notebook from her, but she held it above my head and read, “‘Jeremiah’s gonna love this!’”Īfter the toilet-paper wedding dress competition, after we helped clean up and everyone had left, I walked my mother to her car. “‘Oh, so pretty!’” Taylor exclaimed, and the room tit-tered. The maid of honor writes down all the stuff the bride-to-be says while she’s opening presents.

“Okay, so get ready for what Belly’s going to say on her wedding night.” Lucinda got up and tied the paper plate around my head like a bonnet. It was going to be simple and uncomplicated, the way we both wanted it. “Oh, we’re not having a rehearsal dinner,” I said.īecause what was there to rehearse? We were getting married on the beach.

I could tell because you could see the marks her goggles had left. “Your bouquet for the rehearsal, silly,” Lucinda said, beaming at me. She poked holes into a paper plate and wove the ribbons through. #bookish ,#kindleaddict ,#EpubForSale ,#bestbookreads ,#ebookworm ,#readyforit ,#downloadprintīy click link in above! wish you have good luck and enjoy reading your book.Taylor sat next to me, writing down who gave what 204 Īnd collecting ribbons.

A modern classic in the vein of The Tao of Pooh, The Alchemist, and The Giving Tree, this charmingly designed keepsake will be treasured for generations to come. The Boy, the Mole, the Fox, and the Horse?explores their unlikely friendship and the poignant, universal lessons they learn together.Radiant with Mackesy?s warmth and gentle wit, The Boy, the Mole, the Fox, and the Horse blends hand-written narrative with dozens of drawings, including some of his best-loved illustrations (including ?Help,? which has been shared over one million times) and new, never-before-seen material. From the revered British illustrator, a modern fable for all ages that explores life?s universal lessons, featuring 100 color and black-and-white drawings.?What do you want to be when you grow up? asked the mole.?Kind,? said the boy.Charlie Mackesy offers inspiration and hope in uncertain times in this beautiful book based on his famous quartet of characters.

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