Sunday, 29 April 2007
03:01:48 AM (GMT)
It was a cold, cloudy Monday the day Sherri, the thin, pale, girl with jet black
hair walked nervously into a poorly headed, cold, ugly house in America.
She turned to a large(but not fat), tanned, blonde woman, and said: "Mama,"she had a
beautiful French accsent, "I know Papa has left you, but..."She paused, "I would
rather live with Papa in Paris." The woman looked as if her daughtter had just
slapped her with a rotted fish.Then the woman said in a completly annoingly and
Southern voice "Sherri, Darlin'
yer Pop ran off an' met another gal, 'causea he knowed I'm from Texas!"
Sherri looked at her mother un-sympatheticly,"Mama," She blurted "I love Papa," her
voice began to stutter "And you-- you-- you DON'T! You never did, you-- you--"
Sherri's un-blinking electric blue eyes consentrated on her mothers' pale, pale, blue
"You're the one that ran, not him, he loved you, but he wasn't enough for you, was
he? No he wasn't, but now,"A meloncholy, and sinister look passed her pale face "I've
a reson to tell them about Little Vinny"
Her mother's pale blue eyes looked helpless, worried, and most of all, shocked.