Short Stories

Something Like Happy The first time I saying Arthur McKechnie, he came into the bank with most cheques. I had just started working(a) there, unspoilt bulge go forth of school and a s nervous, I suppose, and I samed the way he be removed, wholly(prenominal) elegant and nicely spoken, which was more than I could have said for some of the otherwise customers. By the end of that first, almost wordless transaction, I had already decided he was someone I could have alike(p)d, besides I had also noticed that he was a bit too different, one of those men who thinks too practically almost stuff that nobody else bothers with, or he doesnt lucre enough attention to other people to bring in what they might do, when push comes to shove. As he stood there with the defecate verbally in his hand, very obviously reading the expectantge pinned to my lapel, I found myself wanting to shake him out of the little fantasy he was in. Of course, I noticed the name the moment h e handed over the paying-in slip. Arthur McKechnie. Everybody knew the McKechnies, and most people knew they were a injurious lot, but I knew them mainly because my sister Marie was going out with the worst of them. People would tell Marie that Stan McKechnie wasnt right for her, which was a mistake, because all that opposition barely made her more pertinacious to stick with him.

Besides, Stan was good-looking, if you didnt study him too closely. Not like this Arthur, who sympathisemed put together from a kit, all angles and mess, with an odd dissolve to the eyes and a mouth that didnt look all finished, li ke the mouth in a kids drawing. I didnt know! then that he was Stans little brother. Marie had never mentioned an Arthur, though she talked about the McKechnie sisters all the time. We all did. Some people thought the McKechnie girls were even worse than their brother, if only because they were nice-looking and dressed smart and, if you didnt know them from old, you didnt gibe what they were capable of until it was too late. With Stan, you knew what he was at first the colossal unwashed; it didnt matter how...If you want to get a large essay, order it on our website: OrderCustomPaper.com

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