3rd Opening for the book, or another chapter in the Jumble.
MARIPOSA STATION: Learning to Import "St. Dismas, you old thief, I so rarely call on you, please, please, please hear me now. I made six of you this year. Next year I'll make twelve of you, I swear. I always make you handsome, always dress you well. Hear me. Help me. St. Jestas, unrepentant fool, listen up, too. I may need you. If you help me, I'll begin to make you, too!" These words raced through my old brain as I stared bug eyed at the small bag of unrefined cane sugar or, angels save me,... Sign in to see full entry.