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Judyta

Zastanawiam się, dlaczego tak bardzo męczysz Adama.... Trochę się denerwuję, kiedy go ktoś krzywdzi. Confused

I dalczego Adam został porwany, zbity a potem gdzieś daleko go wywieźli i puścili??? Nic nie rozumiem.... A jak go już ktoś znalazł, to nie mówi jak się naprawdę nazywa... Mam nadzieję, że pamięta... AMG, zamierzasz kontynuować? Koniecznie muszę się dowiedzieć, co dalej? Czy Ben żyje? No i co się stanie z Adamem?

Ewelina

Ty się trochę denerwujesz, a ja bardzo!!! A tutaj niektóre forumowiczki piszą takie sadystyczne fanfiki, że ... w rymowankach na nich się za to wyżywam...

Judyta

Przeczytałam na BB jedno opowiadanie AMG. Spaliła Adama w stodole.... Straszne...

AMG

AMG

Ewelina

AMG, spaliłaś Adama w stodole?!!! I jeszcze wmawiasz, że nie masz sadystycznych zapędów wobec niego! To straszne! Nawet w fanfiku!

Judyta

AMG

Judyta

Basia

AMG

A potem mnie tu zlinczują...

Judyta

Już wszyscy wiedzą, poza tym w tym drugin Adam ma się całkiem dobrze. Smile

AMG

Wiesz, różnica tkwi pomiędzy "ogólnie wiedzieć, że" a "szczegółowo wiedzieć, jak"...

AMG

No to lecimy dalej...

Dirk Johnson knocked lightly on the door, then pushed it open. “May I?”

“Sure.” Smith was sitting in an armchair, facing the window, but he turned to look at his guest. “Come in, please.”

The man sat down on the couch, facing Smith, so as not to force him to twist himself around. “How ya been?”

“I’m fine. The doctor won’t let me out yet, but I’m up and about within the room. How’s Lottie and the boy? I’m sorry – I’m afraid I forgot to ask his name.”

“Jake. A good boy, obedient. My wife’s been worried about you.”

“Your wife?”

“Lottie.”

Surprise flickered in John’s eyes, but then he turned his head quickly to look out of the window. Quietly grateful for the man’s tact, Dirk offered: “She’s taking good care o’ Jake an’ me. She’s a good girl.”

“She’s very kind,” agreed John. “So what are you planning? You’re moving some place, aren’t you?”

“Yes, my brother’s place, not far from here – he died and left it ta me. Shame to see good land go to waste.”

“Sure is.”

Dirk looked around the room. “When will you be fine? The Doc said anything?”

“I am fine, and the Doc is stubborn.” John smiled through his beard. “Been in here two days, I think he oughtta let me out soon.”

“He says you’re not eating enough.”

“I eat as much as I can. I’ve learned that doctors are rarely satisfied with their patients’ conduct, anyway.” John flapped his hand, but kept his voice soft and glanced at the door in faked anxiety, making Dirk laugh out.

“And you? What are you planning?”

John scratched his neck thoughtfully. “Find a job. Earn a living.”

“Hereabouts?” Dirk leaned forward. “I’m not sure what profits I can get from my brother’s land, but I might need workers...”

“I was thinking North.” John smiled gratefully. “Canada, maybe. But thanks, anyway.”

“Cold land, you sure you don’t want the job?” Dirk smiled. He wasn’t offended at the repeated refusal. There was something in that man’s tone and manner of speaking that indicated he was not a common hand. Educated, more likely. He could be a clerk, but not someone to shovel manure.

“We was gonna move on tomorrow –why don’t ya join us for lunch, ‘fore we set off? Lottie would be happy to see you up, she’s got a soft heart, and ‘sides, she got a little scared by that ambush. Would calm her down.”

“Sounds good...” John smiled again, and a note of apology stole into his tone. “But I still don’t have money – I’m afraid I’d be imposing.”

Dirk shook his head. “Dontcha worry none. We invite ya, so you’re our guest. Who knows, maybe some other time you’ll play the host to us.” He reached out his hand.

John scratched his nose, smiled a quirky little smile, and shook the offered hand. “In that case, I’ll be happy to be your guest tomorrow.”