What happened to Franny laying on the couch
fiction
edward w pritchard
Sometimes I wonder what happened to Franny Glass laying there on the couch in the old sprawling
Manhattan apartment, and what happen to the painters that same late morning, and did those painters
ever get
their work done of sprucing up the walls of the Manhattan apartment that Bessie and Les Glass rented
so so long ago. Franny was a lovely girl. I remember she would mumble incessantly as she said the
pilgrims prayer over and over laying on the couch with a heating pad and a small book clutched
tightly
into her prayer folded hands. Franny reminded me a bit of W. Glass her older brother, a twin who
died years ago. W glass' eyes would tear up if someone said it looked like rain according to Bessie.
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