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An American Christmas (Lexington Avenue Express Book 36)

Jess Butcher

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Description:An American Christmas (Lexington Avenue Express - Short Fiction)"Sometimes, I hear her crying in the night," he says as he reaches for the salad bowls on the shelf above the sink."What did you say?" his young bride smiles as she shouts over the din of clanking tableware and the roaring garbage disposer."The old lady next door; sometimes I hear her crying in the night," he repeats, speaking now to the salad bowls as he strains to reach them."Maybe it's just the television you hear," she says, drying her hands on a dish towel, her smile vanishing as she becomes suddenly serious. They'd only been married for three weeks; the subject of the elderly lady who lives in the apartment next door hadn't come up before."No, she doesn't have a television," he replies, "just piles and piles of books. I went in there last year to help the building-super move a piece of furniture. Until then, I didn't even know her name—“His comment is interrupted as a bowl slides from the shelf and plummets downward. With skill and a bit of luck, he grabs it in midair just before it crashes into the sink."Nice catch!" she smiles, standing on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek as the subject of the old lady lightens. "Don't worry about her; the world is full of lonely old ladies," she says and turns back to the salad waiting on the counter."It's Anna," he said, opening the refrigerator."What?""Her name; her name is Anna," he answers.*****"Merry Christmas Eve, my friend," Anna says, resting her wrinkled forehead against the broad, rough trunk of the Oak. A sparse group of brown leaves claw at the December breeze above her, melancholy husks, yearning for another season. A passerby glances warily at the old woman then continues walking south on Krenshaw Avenue. Anna takes no notice of the man's puzzled look. "We've been friends such a long time haven't we?" she whispers, her fingertips tracing the grooves in the rough bark. A familiar, searing pain in her stomach causes Anna to cry out softly and gasp for breath. The pain eases and she resumes her caress; it is her custom to allow her friend ample time to answer before she picks up the empty shopping bag and begins the last leg of her trip. Clutching a worn woolen coat about her, Anna braves a sharp north wind as she traverses the two blocks to Mr. Heinemann’s grocery.The old woman has been shopping at Heinemann's for nearly sixty years. Eight times eight is eighty-eight, Heinemann would grin as he poked his stubby fingers at the long curved keys on the noisy cash register, take 'em away for seventy-five!When she was just a little girl, kindly Mr. Heinemann always made Anna giggle. He often asked her to sing for him and she would oblige him with a happy children’s tune: All around the cobbler’s house, The monkey chased the weasel.The monkey stopped to pull up his sock, … Mr. Heinemann always chimed in for the chorus … POP goes the weasel.As always, the ancient bell above the door greets her but no Mr. Heinemann today. Ali Jama purchased the store when the old grocer passed away two decades ago. Though always polite, Mr. Jama never jokes with Anna, his electronic cash register hissing as he passes her purchases across the scanner. But Jama's eyes are kind, dark but honest eyes. Anna still feels comfortable in the old store, safe between the rows of cereal boxes and canned vegetables.We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with An American Christmas (Lexington Avenue Express Book 36). To get started finding An American Christmas (Lexington Avenue Express Book 36), you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed.
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Description: An American Christmas (Lexington Avenue Express - Short Fiction)"Sometimes, I hear her crying in the night," he says as he reaches for the salad bowls on the shelf above the sink."What did you say?" his young bride smiles as she shouts over the din of clanking tableware and the roaring garbage disposer."The old lady next door; sometimes I hear her crying in the night," he repeats, speaking now to the salad bowls as he strains to reach them."Maybe it's just the television you hear," she says, drying her hands on a dish towel, her smile vanishing as she becomes suddenly serious. They'd only been married for three weeks; the subject of the elderly lady who lives in the apartment next door hadn't come up before."No, she doesn't have a television," he replies, "just piles and piles of books. I went in there last year to help the building-super move a piece of furniture. Until then, I didn't even know her name—“His comment is interrupted as a bowl slides from the shelf and plummets downward. With skill and a bit of luck, he grabs it in midair just before it crashes into the sink."Nice catch!" she smiles, standing on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek as the subject of the old lady lightens. "Don't worry about her; the world is full of lonely old ladies," she says and turns back to the salad waiting on the counter."It's Anna," he said, opening the refrigerator."What?""Her name; her name is Anna," he answers.*****"Merry Christmas Eve, my friend," Anna says, resting her wrinkled forehead against the broad, rough trunk of the Oak. A sparse group of brown leaves claw at the December breeze above her, melancholy husks, yearning for another season. A passerby glances warily at the old woman then continues walking south on Krenshaw Avenue. Anna takes no notice of the man's puzzled look. "We've been friends such a long time haven't we?" she whispers, her fingertips tracing the grooves in the rough bark. A familiar, searing pain in her stomach causes Anna to cry out softly and gasp for breath. The pain eases and she resumes her caress; it is her custom to allow her friend ample time to answer before she picks up the empty shopping bag and begins the last leg of her trip. Clutching a worn woolen coat about her, Anna braves a sharp north wind as she traverses the two blocks to Mr. Heinemann’s grocery.The old woman has been shopping at Heinemann's for nearly sixty years. Eight times eight is eighty-eight, Heinemann would grin as he poked his stubby fingers at the long curved keys on the noisy cash register, take 'em away for seventy-five!When she was just a little girl, kindly Mr. Heinemann always made Anna giggle. He often asked her to sing for him and she would oblige him with a happy children’s tune: All around the cobbler’s house, The monkey chased the weasel.The monkey stopped to pull up his sock, … Mr. Heinemann always chimed in for the chorus … POP goes the weasel.As always, the ancient bell above the door greets her but no Mr. Heinemann today. Ali Jama purchased the store when the old grocer passed away two decades ago. Though always polite, Mr. Jama never jokes with Anna, his electronic cash register hissing as he passes her purchases across the scanner. But Jama's eyes are kind, dark but honest eyes. Anna still feels comfortable in the old store, safe between the rows of cereal boxes and canned vegetables.We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with An American Christmas (Lexington Avenue Express Book 36). To get started finding An American Christmas (Lexington Avenue Express Book 36), you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed.
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