bared teeth and srtetched lips , unholy thoughts teeming behind them . i bet roger couldn't remember anything truly significant about nathan .
" loyalty is what distingguished nathan . he was loyal to colleagues , to his work , ultraloy to the company ."
i bit my lip and blanked out the rest of roger's speech .
whitman's , ' but nathan discussed his funeral with me more than once ."
rose was disingenuous . there was nothing strange about people who had lived with each for a long time . and presumably loved each other , discussing their finale . it was those who got stuck in the intricacies of the second act who never got round to it . for the record , nathan and i had never touched on the suject .
there was rustle , part embarrassiment , part anticipation , the light fell over rose , she was past coltish prettiness and she had never been sexy , but there was beauty . if a face truly mirrored the inner being , rose was offering hers for inspection , boldly and without pretense .
poopy's hand flew to her mouth , roger stared straght ahead , and felix whimpered . i bent over him , " listen , felix , " i whispeed , " it's about daddy ."
roger went on ." nathan loved hid family . he loved pottering in boats , mackered fishing ...." she told her story , deconstructing the bland company man whom roger had presented , roger's nathan was a man who strove to think and to feel .
she could have added ..." the nathan who shouted out the answers to a radio quiz program , who disliked broccoli .
" loyalty is what distingguished nathan . he was loyal to colleagues , to his work , ultraloy to the company ."
i bit my lip and blanked out the rest of roger's speech .
whitman's , ' but nathan discussed his funeral with me more than once ."
rose was disingenuous . there was nothing strange about people who had lived with each for a long time . and presumably loved each other , discussing their finale . it was those who got stuck in the intricacies of the second act who never got round to it . for the record , nathan and i had never touched on the suject .
there was rustle , part embarrassiment , part anticipation , the light fell over rose , she was past coltish prettiness and she had never been sexy , but there was beauty . if a face truly mirrored the inner being , rose was offering hers for inspection , boldly and without pretense .
poopy's hand flew to her mouth , roger stared straght ahead , and felix whimpered . i bent over him , " listen , felix , " i whispeed , " it's about daddy ."
roger went on ." nathan loved hid family . he loved pottering in boats , mackered fishing ...." she told her story , deconstructing the bland company man whom roger had presented , roger's nathan was a man who strove to think and to feel .
she could have added ..." the nathan who shouted out the answers to a radio quiz program , who disliked broccoli .
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