Lawrence
November, 1947The first time that I met Lawrence Hannon was not due to chance, but instead to mischance. I had ordered and paid for a trio of Muscovy ducks from a place at the other end of Maine; and a few days later, I had been phoned by the railroad express company in Thorndike, some thirty miles...
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Journal of the Short Story in English
2008
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| Online adgang: | Accès Université d'Orléans et IFPM |
| Summary: | November, 1947The first time that I met Lawrence Hannon was not due to chance, but instead to mischance. I had ordered and paid for a trio of Muscovy ducks from a place at the other end of Maine; and a few days later, I had been phoned by the railroad express company in Thorndike, some thirty miles distant from our home in Center Montville, that the ducks had arrived. Since I had no car, that meant I would have to get someone with a car to drive me there and fetch them. I had secured the ser... |
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