Off To Find a Miracle

It was Corky’s idea. Something about him being retarded makes it so’s God can “dial direct,” I guess.

After he said this it seemed kinda chickenshit to not go through with it. Pascal got the wheelchair up from the cellar, Donna found her old lap-shawl she used to sit with before the latest stroke. When I lifted her into the chair I was amazed at how brittle her body felt through the nightgown, like a gunnysack of chicken bones. I belted her into the chair with a pair of black stockings from her nun days and off we went.

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  1. Looks like a fun-loving bunch and your story reflects that. FYI I had another difficulty in posting a comment at your other page. My comment disappeared and there is no way of knowing if you ever get any comment I make. It is discouraging to mess with it week after week…

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