5/13/2023 0 Comments The 19th wife book review![]() ![]() I know people don't really talk like that, but he did and so do a lot of the men where I come from, which is-let's just say-way the fuck out in the desert. He was a religious con man, a higher-up in a church of lies, the kind of schemer who goes around saying God meant for man to have many women and children and they shall be judged on how they obey. But my dad never rode anywhere for justice. ![]() I would imagine him out in the barn saddling his roan with the white socks, readying himself for a ride of justice. When I was a kid I used to dream he was a cowboy. Everything about him was thick and worn from a life boiled by the sun. He was sixty-seven, his face pre-cancerously red. After my dad was shot the blood seeped across his t-shirt in a heavy stain. I once heard someone on tv say we die as we lived. The paper says although dead, he ended up winning seven grand. When my mom pulled the trigger my dad had a full house, three fives and a pair of ducks. Sometime later-a few seconds? minutes?-DesertMissy wrote: u there? ![]()
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