Hi, I’m Margaret. This is my story. My brother’s best friend’s brother

Hi, I’m Margaret. This is my story. My brother’s best friend’s brother needed an able assistant to help move a heavy chair. His greenwalled apartment was empty mostly already and dingy dark when I arrived into it. Steve or Harry was what I thought his name was. “Ready to move this large chair?” he said askily.“Yepper!” It seemed like the bunch of geese in his apartment’s corner’s shadows had teeth. The chair was like an elephant chair and it was hard to move out but we got it out. Once more inside he told me “nice work” nicely. “Thanks Harry!” I said livelily but then the geese teeth all chattered together to disapprove. I’d gotten his name wrong. “I mean Steve.” The chattering doubled up rapidly and feveredly. “Never mind. I’m sorry.” “No problem,” he said. Still Eating Oranges -- source link

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