Brenda O'Malley is home as usual, making dinner, when Tim Finnegan
>>arrives at her door. "Brenda, may I come in?" he asks. "I've
>>somethin'
>>to tell ya."
>>
>>"Of course you can come in, you're always welcome, Tim. But where's
>>my
>>husband?"
>>
>>"That's what I'm here to be tellin' ya, Brenda. There was an accident
>>down at the Guiness brewery..."
>>
>>"Oh, God no!" cries Brenda. "Please don't tell me..."
>>
>>"I must, Brenda. Your husband Shamus is dead and gone. I'm sorry."
>>
>>Brenda reached a hand out to her side, found the arm of the rocking
>>chair by the fireplace, pulled the chair to her and collapsed into it.
>>She wept for many minutes. Finally she looked up at Tim. "How did it
>>happen, Tim?"
>>
>>"It was terrible, Brenda. He fell into a vat of Guiness Stout and
>>drowned."
>>
>>Oh my dear Jesus! But you must tell me true, Tim. Did he at least
>>go quickly?"
>>
>>"Well, no Brenda......no."
>>
>>"No?"
>>
>>"Fact is, he got out three times to pee."
>>
Dave Eaton
71 GT6 MK3
62&65 Heralds
TSSC NW/USA/rep
Olympia, Washington (the state)
dezn490@wadnr.gov
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