One day I took off my jacket to try on a coat
hanging on a rack and by the time I was
finished, Edith had accidently sold my own jacket to a shopper. "Aw, hon, I'm seow sarry. I'll geev ya the
moneee, I gaot fave dallers foor it," she was very apologetic, "I
dint neew what ta cheearg foor it, dere weernt neo teag oon it or nuthin. I'm
sarry, hon. Yeoo woont aunther ceoat, yeoo teak it, hon. Leok reound, deres
seom perrty ceoats heer."
Glad yr back! This is the best book site I've seen, and since we're moving into high-volume reading season, I need to keep my iPad stocked....thanks for opening my eyes to more great stuff I need to read....
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