De: annidura@total.net
À: annidura@total.net
Objet: Fwd: She
Date : 7 février, 2001 19:43
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Logan stared at Max in a way that he was the only one to do so.
" Breast milk. You know milk that comes from..." He didn't have
the time to finish his sentence.
" I know what breast milk is. It's just that I figured that, you
know, with the money and everything, I thought that she, maybe, would
bottlefeed the baby. " How can I get out of this? " Easier, you
know?"
" Why easier? " What is she talking about? " What's easier
in this economy: brestfeeding your kid or looking everywhere for formulas
that wont be contaminated by who knows what?"
" Whatever."
" Nevermind."
" So, said Logan, What did you want to talk to me about?" Did
she forgot?
" Oh!...humm..." Think! Think! Think! " Oh! I know!" I
really shouldn't have said it out loud.
Max went to her coat and took the vial from her pocket.
" I found that this morning. It was by the trash, and the girl who
had this was looking very strange. She ran like a bunny when she saw me,
and I'm not figuring it out because this is a bottle of insulin..."
" Ah! I found it!"
" What? " Did I ask him to find something?
" The breastmilk." He wasn't listening to me.
" Am I spending good saliva on you here?" I dare you to ask me
to repeat.
" Of course not...insulin, bla, bla, bla." He put the bottles in the
freezer and took one to heat it.
" So, as I was saying this is insulin, it's not illegal drugs or
anything, just hormones." Logan grabed the vial and went to the
computer.
" That's weird, did you see the glue on it?"
" Yeah Colombo, I saw it, it got stuck on my fingers."
" And what about the handwriting, it's strange. I should get in touch
with my informant net to see if he knows anything." He began his
research while I got occupied with Sophie.
" At least, this way, he's not teasing me on how I should hold you
while you're drinking your milk." I was speaking very low for Logan
not to hear me. " And later, you'll eat some good stuff, yeah he's a
Chef your uncle, just don't tell him, OK?" And Sophie stared at me with
her big blue eyes.
" Oh! I know that look. Don't give me that look!"
À: annidura@total.net
Objet: Fwd: She
Date : 7 février, 2001 19:43
*********************************************
Logan stared at Max in a way that he was the only one to do so.
" Breast milk. You know milk that comes from..." He didn't have
the time to finish his sentence.
" I know what breast milk is. It's just that I figured that, you
know, with the money and everything, I thought that she, maybe, would
bottlefeed the baby. " How can I get out of this? " Easier, you
know?"
" Why easier? " What is she talking about? " What's easier
in this economy: brestfeeding your kid or looking everywhere for formulas
that wont be contaminated by who knows what?"
" Whatever."
" Nevermind."
" So, said Logan, What did you want to talk to me about?" Did
she forgot?
" Oh!...humm..." Think! Think! Think! " Oh! I know!" I
really shouldn't have said it out loud.
Max went to her coat and took the vial from her pocket.
" I found that this morning. It was by the trash, and the girl who
had this was looking very strange. She ran like a bunny when she saw me,
and I'm not figuring it out because this is a bottle of insulin..."
" Ah! I found it!"
" What? " Did I ask him to find something?
" The breastmilk." He wasn't listening to me.
" Am I spending good saliva on you here?" I dare you to ask me
to repeat.
" Of course not...insulin, bla, bla, bla." He put the bottles in the
freezer and took one to heat it.
" So, as I was saying this is insulin, it's not illegal drugs or
anything, just hormones." Logan grabed the vial and went to the
computer.
" That's weird, did you see the glue on it?"
" Yeah Colombo, I saw it, it got stuck on my fingers."
" And what about the handwriting, it's strange. I should get in touch
with my informant net to see if he knows anything." He began his
research while I got occupied with Sophie.
" At least, this way, he's not teasing me on how I should hold you
while you're drinking your milk." I was speaking very low for Logan
not to hear me. " And later, you'll eat some good stuff, yeah he's a
Chef your uncle, just don't tell him, OK?" And Sophie stared at me with
her big blue eyes.
" Oh! I know that look. Don't give me that look!"