Date Posted:Thu, May 09 2024, 8:11:42 Author:kgp Subject: QOTD for Thursday, May 9, 2024
The following quotation is from Go Tell The Bees That I Am Gone by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2021 All Rights Reserved Chapter 77 City Of Brotherly Love
“Yes. He - he brought us food. Every time he came.”
Her eye lingered on the awkward shape, but her face was unreadable.
“That’s no a bad epitaph,” he told her, taking the valise. “When my time comes, I hope mine is as good. Mount up. I’ll take care of this.”
He helped her up, then lifted Prudence, who squealed with excitement, and Chastity, who just stared, round-eyed, and sucked her thumb hard.
“Patience, ye’ll come with me, aye?” He tied the bundle of possessions at the back of the saddle, boosted Patience up front, then swung up behind her, a rope to the bridle of the Justice’s horse in one hand. He clicked his tongue to the horses and the grim little cavalcade lurched off into the lightly falling snow. None of the Hardmans looked back.
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I think Ian's epitaph, when the time comes, will be so much better than that. That not even Patience and Prudence looked back at their home says volumes about what their life was like. -- kgp, Thu, May 09 2024, 16:16:28