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Inquiétudes autour de la version woke de Blanche-Neige

Cette version woke tant attendue a d’ores et déjà suscité moult polémiques. Par Jany Leroy Continue reading Untitled

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Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret. (2023)

According to the American Library Association, there were over 1,200 challenges to remove library books or resource materials from an American school or public library in 2022. It was the highest number since the ALA started collecting data in 2003 and about half of these challenges result in a restriction or full removal of that text from circulation. Judy Blume’s Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret. was one of the most frequently challenged books in the United States from its publication in 1970 through the 2000s due to its discussions of spirituality, girls’ sexuality, and menstruation. The recent book banning headlines in America tend to feature novels that have LGBTQ+ themes or have protagonists and/or prominent secondary characters who are non-white in tales surrounding racial relations. These contemporary debates might make the fury surrounding Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret. seem quaint, in a culture far removed from the present. However, Blume’s book (and the debate surrounding it) remains relevant more than fifty years after its publication.

Perhaps it might surprise non-readers that Kelly Fremon Craig’s adaptation of Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret. (henceforth, I will use simply Margaret in italics if referring to the book) is a gentle coming-of-age film in an environment sorely lacking such works right now. The lack of overly precocious children with a cynical wisecrack for every situation has few relations among its raunchy relatives of the last few decades; so too the absence of the meta humor and period-specific jokes of John Hughes’ (1984’s Sixteen Candles, 1985’s Ferris Bueller’s Day Off) movies. That cynical precociousness and audience-winking, period-specific humor could easily have appeared in Margaret if Craig, who also wrote the screenplay, made too many deviations from the source material. With Blume’s guiding hand as a producer, Craig’s as writer, and an enjoyable ensemble performance – especially Abby Ryder Fortson as Margaret – this is a worthy adaptation and entry into the American coming-of-age film canon.

Returning home to Brooklyn from a New England summer camp, eleven-year-old Margaret Simon (Fortson) is upset to hear that her parents Barbara (Rachel McAdams) and Herb (Benny Safdie) are soon to move to suburban New Jersey, leaving grandmother Sylvia (Kathy Bates) alone in New York. Shortly after arriving at the Simons’ new home, Margaret befriends eventual classmate Nancy Wheeler (Elle Graham), and her friends Janie Loomis (Amari Alexis Price) and Gretchen Potter (Katherine Kupferer). Through the school year, the girls will gossip about their classmates, talk about boys who catch their interest, bras, changes to their bodies, and more – the manner of their conversations, for middle school-aged characters, are unusual to see in films, let alone in literature. Meanwhile, their teacher, Mr. Benedict (Echo Kellum) assigns a yearlong research project to all. Noting Margaret’s answers on a getting-to-know-you assignment, he suggests looking into religion. That’s a touchy subject in the Simon household. Mother Barbara comes from a Christian family; father Herb from a Jewish family. Due to furious disagreements with Margaret’s grandparents, neither parent actively practices religion, nor have they imposed religion upon Margaret (she is free to choose when she “grows up”). Despite this, Margaret communicates to God on occasion about her hopes and concerns. Through the school year, Margaret will learn more about herself and religion, mostly on her terms.

Are You There God? It’s Me Margaret. also stars Isol Young as Laura Danker, a girl who is the target of nasty words because of her early puberty; Aidan Wotjak-Hissong as Margaret’s sort-of crush, Moose (I certainly hope that is a nickname); Landon S. Baxter as Nancy’s brother, Evan; Zackary Brooks as slick-haired handsome boy/shmuck Philip Leroy; and Kate MacCluggage as Mrs. Jan Wheeler (also PTA President). Mia Dillon and Gary Houston play Margaret’s maternal grandparents.

In terms of approach and tone, this is as finely-tuned a literary adaptation as there could be. Blume’s Margaret, slender as it is at under two hundred pages, is episodic by necessity and structure, often employing time skips of several days or a few weeks into a new chapter. Craig’s Margaret does so as well, but brief montages and editing from Nick Moore (1997’s The Full Monty, 2005’s Nanny McPhee) and Oona Flaherty ease the transitions – fully exemplifying one advantage motion pictures have over prose. The period detail in Margaret firmly grounds it in 1970. Together, the costume design by Ann Roth (1985’s Places in the Heart, 2021’s Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom) and production design by Steve Sakald (2005’s Thank You for Smoking, 2021’s Barb and Star Go to Vista Del Mar) transport the viewer to that period.

This adaptation contains a refreshing lack of major deletions from the original novel. All of the book’s important episodes, exchanges, ideas, and tender wisdom are in the film, and none of the secondary cast have been short-changed. If anything, the only notable alteration from Blume’s novel is the addition of a subplot for Rachel McAdams’ Barbara. Within this cast, McAdams is easily the most bankable movie star at present (with apologies the wonderful Kathy Bates, but her character is not as central to the narrative), which may have been the justification for this decision. Nevertheless, the subplot – which revolves around Barbara joining the school’s parent-teacher association (PTA) and volunteering for multiple committees – seems unnecessary, sidetracking from Margaret’s point of view (and Blume’s book is entirely written in Margaret’s voice). Thankfully, Barbara’s PTA experience does not have much screentime and always quickly reverts to Margaret. That the filmmakers did not fully trust Abby Ryder Fortson to carry an adult audience’s attention for the film’s entirety is disappointing, regardless of McAdams’ solid performance, as she needs to be the true star of this film.

Audiences may know Abby Ryder Fortson best as Cassie Lang from Ant-Man (2015) and its 2018 sequel. In her first film as the lead, Fortson is brilliant. She embodies Margaret’s guardedness and anxiety when first moving to New Jersey, especially in juxtaposition to the overly confident Nancy. Fortson also capture Margaret’s earnestness, as well as a few scenes of cruelty and thoughtlessness – crucially, Margaret’s worst moment feels plausible, and never seems as if the behavior is coming from some other character entirely. However, Craig’s screenplay, due to its inability to stay firmly in Margaret’s point of view, underserves her in the film’s final act when her maternal grandparents arrive. By no fault of Fortson’s, the film does not delve deeply enough into how Margaret feels about her maternal grandparents’ estrangement and attempts to reconcile with her parents. Fortson can only do so much in lending Margaret a mix of bafflement and uncertainty in these scenes in arguably the most emotionally charged scenes of the film. Here, the film is torn between Margaret’s feelings about her maternal grandparents and parents’ disagreements and how parental decisions can impact children for the rest of their lives. It achieves neither.

I have never been a teenage girl, nor was I raised in an environment where any of the Abrahamic religions were even tangentially part of my life (let alone being part of an interfaith family). Judy Blume probably did not have someone like me principally in her mind when she wrote her book. But in Margaret, I saw a glimmer of the past that I imagine many of you will see for yourselves, too. The incredible awkwardness of being a pre-teen is probably something you, the reader, would probably like to keep half-forgotten. Rare is the film that can summon those feelings: of wanting to grow up (and quickly!), only to realize that those milestones that we associate with maturity are perhaps not as earthshaking as we imagined them to be. True maturation is more elusive than what Margaret and her friends envision. Religion, the passage of time, and sexuality cannot confer it. And some grown-ups never quite discover that. Fortson, through her performance, and Craig’s screenplay deliver on all of this, even if Fortson herself might not realize it yet.

At eighty-five years of age, Judy Blume has had a modest cinematic renaissance this year. Her books, fixtures in American children’s and young adult literature, have curiously not often been adapted for television or film. But with this film and the documentary Judy Blume Forever premiering at the Sundance Film Festival earlier this year, that appears to be changing. On the television front, Netflix is currently in production on an adaptation of her young adult novel Forever… (another Blume work often finding itself on most banned/challenged book lists); also in the pipeline are TV adaptations of the Fudge series for children and the adult book Summer Sisters. For the New Jersey-born-and-raised Key West, Florida native, conversations about her legacy are underway. Despite her unassuming persona and the gentleness of both Margaret and its film adaptation, Blume has been a vocal critic of Florida’s recent Parental Rights in Education bill (also known as the “Don’t Say Gay” bill) and requirements to review books based on state guidelines mostly over gender identity, race, and sex. No surprise for an author who has been the target of book bans from almost the beginning of her career.

Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret. arrives at a time when coming-of-age movies are, at least among the major and mini-major (such as Lionsgate, which distributed this film) American movie studios, no longer perceived as commercially viable for theatrical exhibition. Coming-of-age movies must be packaged within a superhero movie or tied to a franchise in order to find its way to American cinemas. The creative and financial heads of the superhero cinematic universes claim that their narratives can encompass genres/subgenres such as coming-of-age or political thrillers or historical epics, but their approach and distributional dominance precludes non-superhero affiliated films of such genres/subgenres from appearing in theaters in the first place. Their influence makes the existence of this film’s theatrical run – despite its apparent failure to find much of an audience beyond those who have read the book (non-readers of certain political stripes probably mistakenly thought this was a faith-based film from the evangelical Christian film industry or already knew about the book’s reputation and refused to see it) – a minor miracle.

Director Kelly Fremon Craig has worked on a coming-of-age film before surrounding a female protagonist in The Edge of Seventeen (2016). But Margaret – for its remarkable faith to the source material, engaging performances, and meticulous period detail – is an achievement surpassing that. Craig’s sensibilities as director and writer suit the film, and Fortson’s performance elevates it to the level of the most universal American coming-of-age movies.

My rating: 8/10

^ Based on my personal imdb rating. My interpretation of that ratings system can be found in the “Ratings system” page on my blog. Half-points are always rounded down.

For more of my reviews tagged “My Movie Odyssey”, check out the tag of the same name on my blog.

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[Satire à vue] 99,99 % des Français n’ont pas acheté le dernier livre de Bruno Le Maire

Capture d’écran © France5 Jany Leroy 10 mai 2024 Bruno Le Maire écrit. Le jour, la nuit, au bureau, en mangeant, sous la douche.  De la main droite, il manie la plume ; de la gauche, il tape sur son clavier… Six livres en sept ans.  Toutes les tentatives pour ramener le ministre à son vrai travail ont été vaines. Les ouvrages se succèdent, les invendus s’amoncellent. Le lecteur ne parvient pas à…

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Remembering a rare musical artist we lost 50 years ago

I remember where I was when I heard the news. I was in my dorm room at Holy Cross, and it was a sunny Friday, September 21, 1973. I was just starting my junior year and my new roommate, Marty Lessard, returned from a class and said,"Have you heard?" I looked at him blankly. "Oh, he was one of your favorites, and you don't know!" He had a pained expression on his face, and then he blurted out: "Jim Croce died last night in a plane crash." All I could say was "Oh, no, he was just getting started." Perhaps trying to make me feel better, my roommate then replied "Well at least it wasn't a drug overdose." We had lost Jim Morrison, Janis Joplin and Jimi Hendrix just a few years earlier to drug overdoses. But somehow the way he died was not comforting. As a guitar player I was attracted to Jim Croce's music as soon as I heard it in 1972. I sought out the sheet music to his songs so I could play them on my guitar. That September night, I took out my guitar and played "Operator" and "Bad, Bad Leroy Brown" and had my own private memorial. Croce's recording career was less than two years, but in that time he wrote and recorded scores of great songs. Most of these were not released while he was alive. And as much as I liked Jim Croce's music before he died, the songs that had been recorded earlier (but not released until after he died), ultimately became my favorites. Songs like "I'll Have to Say I Love You in a Song," "I Got a Name"" and "Lover's Cross" showed his musical genius. We can only imagine the many other beautiful songs he could have given us if his life was not tragically cut short at the age of 30. If I had to pick one song to show the artistry of Jim Croce to someone who never heard of him, I would choose the poetic "Time in a Bottle." Croce wrote it the night his wife told him they were having a baby. (That baby, A.J. Croce, is now a singer-songwriter himself.) Croce's song shows a man reflecting on the bright future he sees for himself and his new family, and especially the love he has for his wife, Ingrid. It shows a man who has looked around and found his soulmate, and now he thinks about the demands on his time that will take him away from her. All he wants is more time with his wife and soon-to-be born son. Little did he know that a tragedy would take him away from them a week before his son's second birthday. I think it's one of the most heartfelt love songs ever written. And the words are a quality of poetry that is rare in pop music. Judge for yourself: If I could save time in a bottle The first thing that I'd like to do Is to save every day till eternity passes away Just to spend them with you

If I could make days last forever If words could make wishes come true I'd save every day like a treasure and then Again, I would spend them with you

But there never seems to be enough time To do the things you want to do, once you find them I've looked around enough to know That you're the one I want to go through time with

If I had a box just for wishes And dreams that had never come true The box would be empty, except for the memory of how They were answered by you.

But there never seems to be enough time To do the things you want to do, once you find them I've looked around enough to know That you're the one I want to go through time with

Jim Croce, there was not enough time to see you play in person once we found you. You were a shooting star in our musical scene, come and gone in a musical instant. Fortunately, we have your recordings to go through time with. Have a listen here: https://youtu.be/dO1rMeYnOmM?si=OS8sExrv7vVcUDhK

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Ronald (Ron) John Van Hee was born April 21, 1934 in Great Falls, Montana. He was the son of Louis and Edith (Spoon) Van Hee and had one younger brother, LeRoy. He attended schools in Spokane, WA and Lewistown, Montana and graduated from Fergus County High School in Lewistown in 1952.

Ron started playing every sport he could at an early age. In high school, he was an all-state athlete in football, basketball, track, baseball and softball. He played football in the East-West Shrine Game, set records in track, and received a full sports scholarship to the University of Montana which he attended for two years. He stayed active in sports most of his life, playing American Legion baseball, pitching softball in the army, at Bob Jones University and in city leagues. He still worked out at the gym until he was in his mid-eighties. When not playing sports, he worked for a grocery store, at a freight company, the railroad, as a "soda-jerk", as a surveyor for the U.S. government and fought forest fires for the Forest Service.

His sophomore year in college, he began to wonder what purpose his life had. Ron decided to join the Army in 1954. After basic training, he was sent to Idar-Oberstein, Germany where he was in the Security Police and guarded the depot through which supplies traveled to Korea. He was there two and one-half years and visited thirteen different countries on leave time.

Ron was raised in church, was active in various Christian organizations, and taught Sunday School. He appeared to be a Christian but was really trusting in his own goodness. When a buddy encouraged him to attend Bob Jones University when he was discharged, he thought "Why not? Maybe I will go into Christian service." In the Fall of 1957, he became a student at Bob Jones University. It was there he recognized he was a sinner and trusted Christ as his Savior. He graduated in Jan. 1960 with degree in Religion.

His first Sunday at BJU he met Janis Polsley. They were married Aug. 21, 1959 in Denver, CO. They not only shared a zeal for serving God, but both loved people, loved children, the outdoors and outdoor activities, good literature and more. Their love has endured for almost 65 years (married almost 63 and dated two). They have two children, Kimberly and Timothy, and three grandchildren, Bethany, Timothy and Cassandra Wallace. Ron loved his family deeply and always took time for them.

After college graduation, he attended Denver Univ. for some medical training-in case God called them to the mission field. God called him instead to be youth pastor at Calvary Baptist Church in Connersville, Ind., where he taught and led the teenagers and could hold the attention of 200 children in Children's church. (He had been trained by working two summers with Neighborhood Bible Time.) He also served on the Indiana Governor's Youth Council.

In 1962 he became pastor at Pear Park Baptist Church in Grand Junction, Co. While there, he got the church financially stable, helped it grow its attendance and led it out of the Conservative Baptist Convention. He then pastored the First Baptist Church in Elkhart, KS. and Fellowship Baptist in Garden City, KS, again seeing them stabilize and grow. He built active youth and children's ministries.

In 1976, he was led to pastor a young church plant in Rock Springs, WY which was on the edge of "Mormon territory" and was pretty much run by the mafia. The family had some interesting adventures in this "wild west", mining and oil/gas town the first few years they were there. But under Ron's leadership, Grace Baptist Church saw literally hundreds of people put their faith in Jesus Christ and grow into soul-winning Christians. A thirty-year building loan was paid off in eight years and building improvements made. Young people dedicated their lives to serve God and are on mission fields or in pastorates today. The church survived "boom and bust" cycles, but each time members moved, others were trained to take their place. Ron pastored at Grace Baptist Church thirty-five years.

Ron's love for young people, as well as the outdoors, carried over to an investment in camp work every where he lived. He was willing to do anything from kitchen duty to being camp director. He served on the board of directors for Red Cliff Bible Camp for many years. He also served on various boards and committees including Northwest Baptist Missions, Independent Bible Baptist Mission, and International Congress of World Evangelism. While pastoring in Rock Springs he had a television program entitled: "The Bible Speaks."

Ron was passionate about missions. He not only supported Missionary work personally but taught the churches he pastored to give generously to various mission works-with finances, encouragement and hospitality. Though in his early years in the ministry, he sometimes held evangelistic meetings for other churches, he began to switch primarily to mission conferences. He preached about missions in many states and some foreign countries. He often said, "Missions is the heart of God. God only had one Son and He sent him to be a missionary and share the news of salvation."

Ron was invited to preach at Christian colleges, Bible Conferences, camps, etc. He made mission trips to Brazil, Mexico, Canada and England. He loved to preach God's Word and took advantage of every opportunity to do so. But he also loved sharing God's Word personally and looked for opportunities to hand out gospel tracts and verbally share the good news of salvation, person to person.

After fifty years in the ministry and thirty-five years at Grace Baptist in Rock Springs, Wyo., Ron resigned in 2010 as pastor of the church. In 2013, he and Jan relocated to Grand Junction, CO.

But Ron and Jan had given their whole lives to God, and they had more life to give. It seemed only natural that they would go into mission work. They became associate missionaries with Northwest Baptist Mission. Ron filled pulpits and held meetings for the mission churches. He was also contacted by Arabic Bible Outreach Ministry requesting that he be field representative in the western states, educating churches on Islam and how to reach the Muslim world for Christ. He and Jan spent the next ten years traveling in a dual ministry until their health began to fail.

In 2019, Ron learned he had cancer and started to battle with it. He turned his focus to reaching the medical profession with the gospel while staying as active as possible in Pear Park Baptist Church. He and Jan started a new senior adult ministry in the church in April. His Savior called Ron to his eternal home on Sunday, July 31, 2022. This humble man who endeavored to put Christ first in everything was no doubt Welcomed Home with the words of our Savior, "Well done, Thou good and faithful servant." Ron was preceded in death by his parents, Louis and Edith (Spoon) Van Hee and his bother LeRoy Van Hee.

Ron is survived by his wife Janis (Polsley) Van Hee, his daughter Kimberly (Bryan) Wallace, son Timothy (Tina) Van Hee, 3 grandchildren Bethany Wallace, Timothy Wallace, and Cassandra Wallace.

Memorial service is to be held at Pear Park Baptist Church, August 5, 2022, at 11:00 A.M., 3102 E Road, Grand Junction, CO 81504.

Private Military ceremony and interment at Veteran's Memorial Cemetery on Wednesday, August 10, 2022.

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Boulevard Voltaire ? Une autoroute pour les fachos (l'exemple de Jany Leroy) #antifa

Boulevard Voltaire ? Une autoroute pour les fachos (l’exemple de Jany Leroy) #antifa

C’est un site dans lequel même les antifas les plus aguerris ne se donnent plus la peine de descendre tant il sent fort, si ce n’est avec scaphandre et masque à gaz. Pure peste brune garantie. Et ça n’a pas loupé. Comment des gens qui se croient probablement forts sains d’esprit et intellectuellement supérieurs (c’est le propre des imbéciles : ils ne doutent jamais) peuvent-ils se commettre dans…

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Deadbeat Pt. 3

Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

18+ ONLY 

Warnings: age gap (reader is 21), smut, cursing, abandonment, infatuation, cheating/divorce, angst, mild housewife kink, mentions of prostitution, mentions of alcohol, corrupt official 

Word Count: 4.7k

Summary: You work at the bar at the edge of town, the Sheriff is going through a divorce and needs to rent a room.

A/N: I’m terrible at writing summaries and I’m so sorry about that! I don’t think I would consider this a dark!fic, but it does cover a lot of themes, and topics that are darker than I usually write about- but I think that comes with the territory of writing about Lee Bodecker. I’ll make sure to update the warnings for each chapter and do not read if you are underage. I also ignored canon for this one.

This is unedited, and I missed anything I should include as a warning let me know! This chapter introduces some new plots and conflicts, so it jumps around a little more than the previous ones. 

I hope you all enjoy!

I also am having some writer’s block with my Obi-Wan Kenobi miniseries I was working on, so expect Part 3 sometime Sunday hopefully! So sorry for the delay on the final chapter. 

Tags and Requests are OPEN 

Part One // Part Two 

Henry Curtis was one of the most infuriating people Lee had ever met. Curtis was a writer for the Columbus newspaper and constantly pestering the Sheriff. Curtis seemed to have a sixth sense for whenever the Sheriff did anything. He was desperately trying to catch the Sheriff doing anything but so far had remained unsuccessful. Curtis was the biggest obstacle Lee faced in winning re-election. The man would show up out of nowhere, pen and pad in hand ready to find anything that would be enough to keep the Sheriff out of office.

Maybe Curtis was just doing his job, but Lee always felt like it was much more personal. It was probably just his own resentment of the man who was just doing his job. But the man didn’t have to be so goddamn invasive. When the Sheriff had devised his plan on offering to rent a room from you, he was so tied up in his own mess of divorce and his somewhat confusing feelings towards you he had completely forgotten about the press. They would have a field day with the divorce alone, but now on top of everything else, Lee knew he should be more careful.

Lee always had to be careful, especially if he was meeting Leroy Brown. Lee would make sure he drove way out of town, and always insisted they met at a different location every time. This would infuriate Brown but Lee was the only lawman he had working for him. Sometimes Lee would drive several hours out of the way, always at some deserted ghost town or some sad excuse for a diner or a bar. Always somewhere no one would recognize him.

Lee lied to you and told you he and a few of the deputies would need to drive out of town for a stakeout when he needed to meet with Brown. It was one of those nights, sitting in the cruiser with the headlights off, as he parked in an abandoned parking lot almost two hours out of town.

He had been able to put this off for a couple weeks, lying about other legitimate jobs getting in the way. Honestly, it was because he wanted to one, avoid anything that would cause suspicion from Henry Curtis hearing he was back in town and two, he was selfishly allowing himself to just spend his nights at his new home, spending all the time he could manage with you. It was like being in that little white house was a place where he could let himself be delusional, and time spent with you was what his life actually was, not this mess he was currently dealing with. He wanted out.

Lee knew he wasn’t a good man. He knew that his laundry list of offenses had tarnished his badge a long time ago. He knew what he was doing, and before he never cared. Now, he’s thinking about how his actions could affect you. You were innocent, unaware of everything he was stuck in. He knew you weren’t stupid, and he was sure the town knows some about his corruption. But now, he couldn’t rationalize away his actions for any reason when it came to you. Janie? She didn’t care and would encourage it. She’d be in on it too. She’d have no problem lying to ladies at Church or starting other rumors to keep the town talking about anyone but Lee. She was as power hungry as he was sometimes, which could be a testament as to how their loveless marriage held together for so long.

***

“Hi, I’m looking for a Ms. (Y/L/N)?” the man asked when he approached you, talking a seat at one of the barstools.

“Who’s asking for her?” you asked raising an eyebrow.

“I’m Henry Curtis, I work for the Columbus Dispatch.”

“The newspaper?”

“That’s the one.”

“Why are you looking for her?”

“I’m doing a story on her mother’s marriage to Harvey Tucker.”

“She’s not here tonight. But I can let her know you were here. Do you got a card?”

The man pulled out a business card from his wallet and slide it across the bar. You picked it up and read all the information before putting it in the pocket of your apron.

“Seems weird for the Columbus paper to want to do a story on that a month and a half after it happened,” you said skeptically.

“We did cover the story when it happened,” Curtis informed you. “Doing a follow up since the story broke about his wife missing.”

“Missing?” you ask. “Do they know what happened?”

“Robbed the bastard blind and then ran apparently,” Curtis said casually looking past you at the chalkboard on the wall. “Scotch, neat.”

“Yes, sir,” you reply, grabbing the bottle from the shelf. “Has anything else been found out yet?”

“Not yet, that’s why I’m here. Checking in to see if she’d come back here because I heard Ms. (Y/L/N) still lives around these parts.” He then pulled a newspaper out of the inside pocket of his coat and started flipping through the pages.

“She has another kid too, right?” you asked, playing dumb. “A boy, I think. Do you know where he is?”

“Couldn’t say,” he sounded very indifferent, “Most likely went with her but who knows? I went to the Sheriff’s office to see if they knew anything but the Sheriff wasn’t there.”

“That’s too bad,” you say. “I’m sure Sheriff Bodecker would help you help if he can.”

Your statement made Mr. Curtis chuckle, but you didn’t follow up on it. You were just focusing on getting as much information about your mother and brother as you could.

“Speaking of Mr. Bodecker,” he began, “I recently saw his wife is getting remarried. Saw the announcement of the engagement in the paper.”

“Yeah, that’s right,” you respond, skeptically. You didn’t know why but you didn’t trust this man. It was something in the tone of his voice, or maybe it was just how he held himself. Very polished, a suit and a nice dress jacket. He looked very out of place in this town, and this little bar.

“You familiar with the Sheriff at all, miss?”

“Not too well,” you shrug, “Haven’t had any run-ins with the law myself.”

“Not even a speeding ticket?” He asks, only a little condescendingly.

“Can’t get a speeding ticket if you don’t have a car,” you point out.

“Touché,” he chuckles before taking a sip of his drink.

He doesn’t ask you anymore questions, and when he leaves, he gives you a five-dollar tip.

***

Lee receives his cut from Brown. There was nothing new to report on that front and his meeting went by smoothly. All Lee had to do was to turn a blind eye, and make sure the rest of the department stays unaware of the brothel’s existence. Brown always insisted on meeting with him, wanting to know what the Sheriff’s department was investigating and making sure his businesses stayed under the radar. He felt sick, and is preoccupied with the fact he has an envelope of dirty money in the cruiser’s glovebox.

It’s around midnight when he pulls up to the house. He expects that you’re already asleep, but he notices the lamp is on in the living room. He takes the money out of his glovebox and tucks it away into the inner pocket of his jacket. Coming inside, he finds you on the couch, knees pulled to your chest, staring at the business card Mr. Curtis had given you. You face is stained with dried up tears, and you still haven’t even changed out of your work clothes.

“What’s that?” he asks, the sight of you breaking his heart. He winces because he comes off a lot harsher than he meant.

“Some reporter came while I was at work wanting to talk to me,” you explain softly, you sound exhausted. “Wanted to talk to me cause he’s doing a story on my mother. Apparently, she’s on the run from the Columbus police.”

You extend your hand to give Lee the card. He feels his jaw clench when he reads the information. “What happened?” he asks, taking a deep breath and sitting down next to you.

“I pretended I wasn’t me,” you say, another tear rolling down your cheek. “He came in asking for me so I said I’d pass his card on. I didn’t want to tell him who I was because he didn’t explain why he was looking for me at first. I don’t know- just scared me. I’m more upset about the news itself than him.”

“You did the right thing,” Lee said softly, placing a hand on your shoulder comfortingly. He was angry, but he didn’t show it. It worried him, fucking Curtis snooping around this close to you. It made him feel protective, wanting to shield you from the whole ordeal. He had been on the receiving end of unsolicited attention from the press and he knew how ruthless they were. He knew this wouldn’t be the only time Curtis would try to get in touch with you. He’d find out where you lived, he’d continue to show up while you were working- the whole nine yards. He didn’t want you going through that.

Curtis talking to you also made him incredibly paranoid. It was his two worlds that he desperately wanted to keep apart were colliding. He knew it was impossible, but he so wanted to keep you separated from the other part of his life. It wasn’t who he wanted you to see. Hell, he hasn’t even been here for a month. It wasn’t that he wanted to keep you in the dark, at least that wasn’t entirely intentional. Actually, he wasn’t sure, maybe it was intentional. However, it wasn’t just you he wanted to hide aspects of his life from. He wanted his involvement with Brown and others hidden from every goddamn registered voter. You were no different, he tried to rationalize. But that wasn’t true. These feelings he harbored for you, were getting worse. He needed to unwrap himself from this situation, and for the sake of you finding out he was a shill, keep you away from that asshole. He didn’t want to let himself think about how the way you look at him would change.

And here he was, making the situation all about him. It was in his nature.

“He’s just going to show up again if I don’t call him,” you say, wiping your eyes. “Maybe I should just call him in the morning. Just be honest and say I don’t know anything. He can keep coming around but nothing is going to change.”

“I can take care of it,” he says. He couldn’t risk you talking to Curtis again. For all he knows, Curtis would tell you all about the story on the Sheriff he’d been trying to confirm for years. Lee knew he couldn’t let that happen. He fully intends on telling you, but how the hell do you bring that up? ‘Hey doll, I’m also on the payroll of every pimp and bootlegger in a ten-mile radius, just letting you know.’ It wasn’t going to come up, unless Curtis tells you about it. He’d be hoping to pull himself out if it, show you how you made him want to be better.

For now, he settles for comforting you, and just being there to take care of you. Make you feel better. He wraps an arm around your shoulder and lets you cry into his chest. He sighs, kissing the top of your head in a friendly way and you curl up against him. Under different circumstances, you probably wouldn’t have let yourself do this- show your vulnerability or allow anyone to comfort you like this. But it was all the events of the past month, your mother leaving, everything, just all hitting you at once, and you were happy you weren’t alone.

In the morning, you wake up on the couch with a blanket over you. You see Lee asleep in the chair, and you realize he stayed with you all night. It makes your heart flutter. You pull the blanket up over your chin and close your eyes again. You felt surprisingly well rested. The stress and worry were pushed to the back of your mind long enough to let you get some sleep. It still lingered in the back of your mind, but you reminded yourself that for now, there was nothing you could do. You had the day off, and you let yourself have a little longer time to sleep in.

You woke up to the smell of coffee brewing and the sound of sizzling on the stove. When you opened your eyes, Lee was no longer in the chair. You sat up and looked toward the kitchen, where you saw Lee with his back to you while he worked with the pans on top of the stove. The portable radio was positioned on the counter, and it was playing at a low volume, so it wouldn’t wake you up.

“Hey,” you say softly, still waking up as you walk into the kitchen.

“Morning, doll,” he says, glancing back at you for a moment. “How’re you feeling?”

“A little better,” you admit, grabbing a mug for yourself out of the cabinet. You pour yourself a cup of coffee, savoring the smell before making it how you usually take it. “Thank you for sitting with me,” you say honestly, “you didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to,” he says with a small grin. “I just wanted to help.”

“I really appreciate it, Lee,” you reiterate your thanks, hopping up to take a seat on the counter, watching him cook breakfast. “Didn’t know you knew how to cook,” you joke, making him chuckle.

“I’m full of surprises, sweetheart,” he smirks, making you feel flushed. You take another drawn out sip of your coffee to try to distract yourself. You watch his arms, and his hands as they maneuver and flex when he cooks. You imagine how they must feel, your eyes focused on the veins. You bit your lip and it reminds you of the dream you had a little while back when he first moved in. You imagine him stepping in between your legs as your propped up on the counter, his hands gently gripping your thighs and-

“I’ll get it,” you announce hurriedly as you hear someone knock on the front door. You hop off the counter careful to not spill your coffee, and head to answer the door. Lee watches you bounce out of the room, fixing your hair as you go and you don’t catch his smile.

“Arvin,” you say surprised, stepping out onto the porch. “What are you doing here?” you ask, with a small grin. You’re confused but nonetheless happy to see him.

“You look like you’ve been crying,” he observes, concern written all over his face.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you say dismissively, “Just last night I was thinking about my ma and everything. Just had trouble sleeping is all.”

“The Sheriff didn’t do anything?” Arvin asked in a hushed tone, looking over your shoulder to see if Lee could hear you two.

“No, nothing, he’s been perfectly fine,” you say coming to the Sheriff’s defense. “I know you and Ms. Russell are worried, I know how it must look- but Arvin I swear he’s just my tenant. He’s been nothing but a gentleman.”

“Just making sure,” he says, letting it go for now. “Lenora asked me to bring these by for you.” He hands you the glass baking dish that you can see is filled with homemade cinnamon rolls. “She’s been practicing making all kinds of baked goods for when the Church does that bake sale and has me running all over town giving it away cause me and Uncle Earskell can’t keep up with it all.”

“Tell her thank you for me,” you say with a smile, “And I’ll bring the dish with me to Church tomorrow- give it back to her.”

“She misses you I think,” Arvin says sheepishly, pushing his hands into his front pockets. “I mean- I do- I think my whole family does- we all do. I’m sorry my grandmother hasn’t asked you over in a while…”

“I understand,” you nod. “Reputation is an important thing.”

“I just didn’t want you to think it was because of us,” he says looking down at the porch, his eyes fixed on a loose board. “You know how she is- everything no matter the context is somehow a sin. Scared to death of her own shadow…”

“I know you’re not that resentful, Arvin Russell,” you chuckle and he relaxes. “And I don’t hold any hard feelings towards anyone in your family- you all have always been good to me.”

“Well, um,” he says awkwardly, looking like he was holding back from saying more. “I got to hit a couple more houses before I head to work, so I guess I’ll see you tomorrow at Church?”

“I’ll be there.”

“Oh- I wanted to let you know,” he says, turning around as he’s already heading down the front steps, “The principal down at the high school is looking for secretaries- Lenora heard and thought you might be interested. It pays like $35 a week, I think. You should call Linda Carson; I think Lenora said- that’s the woman who’s in charge of hiring people, I think.”

“I’ll call the school first thing Monday morning,” you say, grin stretching from ear to ear. Arvin nods and says goodbye again. You walk back into the house like you’re on top of the world. You couldn’t contain your excitement. That job if you could get it would be a dream. You’d be making so much more than you’re already making. You were so excited.

“You’re in a much better mood than when I last saw you,” Lee jokes. He’s sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper while he eats his breakfast. You notice that he made you a table setting- brought your coffee over and everything. You place the baking dish in the middle of the table and sit down.

“That was Arvin,” you say happily, and Lee feels his heart sink into his stomach.

“Oh yeah?” he asks, trying to not let on how his heart feels like it’s crushed. He knew it was only a matter of time before a boy would come around- whether it be Arvin or someone else your own age.

“Well, first he was just dropping off baked goods Lenora made,” you say gesturing to the dish on the table. “He’s going around to everybody, I guess. He mentioned the high school is looking for office secretaries- Lenora wanted me to know. Thirty-five dollars a week! I’m going to talk to Linda Carson about it Monday morning. Can you imagine? I could get a secretary job.”

Lee feels just a crash of relief wash over him. He’s so happy that you are looking at a new job. You deserve better than that bar. He knew you deserved the job just as much as any of the other candidates. You work harder than anyone he knows.

“That’s fantastic, sugar,” he replies. “You deserve it.”

“Do you think I have a chance?” you ask, feeling a little self-conscious- you knew you weren’t as experienced as other candidates would be for sure.

“Of course, I do,” he says, putting down the paper to give you his full attention. “I feel like you getting this job is a definite. There’s no doubt about it.”

“You’re just buttering me up,” you scoff, finishing up your food, making him chuckle. You may have also seen his cheeks redden, but you couldn’t say for sure. You finish off your coffee, and then bring you dishes back to the kitchen, leaving them in the sink. Lee turns his attention back to his newspaper and you head upstairs to get ready for your day.

When you head upstairs, Lee notices that you took the radio with you- and he could hear you were listening to music from upstairs. He decides before it’s too late to ring Mark Cunningham. The line rings a couple of times before Mark answers.

“Cunningham.”

“Morning, Mark. It’s Sheriff Bodecker,” he smirks.

“What can I do for you Sheriff?” he asks, the sound of shuffling paper comes through as well. Most likely flipping through the paper.

“I wanna call in that favor you owe me,” he says, casually pacing the living room, holding the receiver up to his ear and the base of the rotary phone in the other.

“Of course, Sheriff,” he says. A while back, Bodecker busted the principal making moonshine in his old barn that was at the end of his property. Lee looked the other way and was waiting for the right thing to call in a favor for.

“I want you to hire (Y/N) (Y/L/N) for the secretary job,” he says, looking to the stairs, making sure you aren’t coming. The music is still playing loudly from upstairs so he determines he’s still got time.

“That’s all?” Mark asked surprised.

“That’s all I want from you,” Lee replies. “I expect you can make that happen?”

“Without a doubt. When can she start?”

“Still have her come in for an interview. I don’t anyone else knowing I called you about this- including her.”

“Done.”

With that, Lee hangs up the phone, feeling really good about this decision. He knew how much that job meant to you- he could see it in your eyes and how excitedly you talked about it. He can’t wait to see you when you find out you get the position. He knows it’s going to make you so happy. He knows you’d be a fantastic candidate, but this just eliminates any doubt. He reasons that there isn’t much difference, since you were very likely to get it anyways. He just had to make sure.

He can picture you know, coming home from the interview- excited to tell him that you got the job. You’d be so excited you’d jump up and hug him tightly, just so overjoyed that you let your feelings take over. You’d wrap your legs and around his waist and he’d hold you up by holding the back of your thighs. You’d wrap your arms tightly around him and bury your head in the crook of his neck. You’d lift your head up to look at him, embarrassed at your actions and then he’d press his lips to yours. You’d gasp softly, but your lips would melt against his own and your arms would wrap tightly around his neck. He’d walk forward, pressing you up against the wall and he’d kiss your neck mumbling praises of congratulations against your skin as his name falls from your lips at how good he’d make you feel. It’s almost unbearable how bad he wants you.

He heads to him room to get ready for his day, but his mind is still clouded with thoughts of you. He thinks about how much he wants nothing more that to just pin you on his mattress. He wonders if you know how crazy you make him. Sometimes there’s something in your eye that makes him think you want him too, but he’s not sure. His better judgement holds him back from everything he wants to do. He thinks about how it must feel to have his head right in-between your thighs. Back in the kitchen together, he wanted to just get on his knees and worship you. The feeling of them pressing against him as he sucks on your clit and runs his tongue across your folds.

Serval hours later, he can’t shake the thoughts, even sitting in his office at the sheriff’s station- working on a Saturday yet again. He’s cooped up in his office, unable to get through any of the paperwork that has piled up on his desk. He’s thinking about you, again, but in this daydream, you’re bent over his desk- because you came by to see him on your break from work at the school. His office door locked and his blinds pulled so he can bend you over and take you right there- rough and fast, sending you back to work with a feeling of him still there between your legs well after you’re back at your own desk, still sore from the encounter.

“You got a visitor, Lee,” the intercom on his desk lights up.

“Send ‘em in,” he responds back, shaking his head to snap out of it. He needed to get a grip.

“Sorry I didn’t call,” you say, walking into his office. His eyes widen and he wonders if he’s still day dreaming. He discreetly pinches himself. You’re actually here, standing in his office, while he looks at you dumbfounded. Part of him would think he manifested it if he was a man of any faith. “You forgot this,” you say, putting his wallet on the desk. “You must have taken it out of your back pocket before falling asleep in the chair last night. It was laying on the coffee table. I figured I’d stop by with it while I was coming up this way anyways.”  

“You’re a doll,” he grins, putting his wallet in his back pocket. “What are you doing?”

“I took the bus to the library to return some books, and now I’m going shopping for something to wear when I go in for an interview since I have the day off to go,” you explain. “I’m also probably going to get lunch after that before heading back home. I just didn’t want to be home in case that reporter stopped by. I’m not ready to talk to him yet.”

“I can take care of it,” he says, “He’ll make his way over here soon enough. I can talk to him.”

“You would do that for me?” you ask, the relief evident across your whole face.

“Yeah, I can talk to him, let him know you gave a statement here,” he says. You nod. “You know as much as he does, so it doesn’t matter if I tell him you don’t know shit or if you tell him.”

“You’re a lifesaver,” you sigh, so relieved thinking that you won’t have to hear from Henry Curtis again. “If he tells you anything about them… will you let me know?”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

“Thank you,” you say, hurriedly walking over behind him and quickly hugging his shoulders. You then are back by the door again before he can register the gesture. “Are you going to be home tonight?” you ask, your hand on the doorknob.

“Not until late,” he says reluctantly, and he can see the disappointment on your face- unless his mind was playing tricks on him.

“Okay,” you say finally, “Um, I’ll see you later then.”

“Bye, doll,” he says when you walk out of his office.

Are you going to be home tonight? Your voice lingers in his head. It was such a harmless phrase that could’ve just been one of curiosity. Maybe you were just asking because you were thinking about what you were doing for dinner. It most likely just meant nothing. But, the look on your face when he said no makes him think otherwise. Did it mean you cared? That you wanted to spend time with him? You wanted to see him and be with him as desperately as he needed you perhaps? Just the phrasing itself makes his brain feel like putty. It’s like you’re waiting up for him. It’s like you share the house in a way that’s much more than just him renting a room from you. It’s like you’re his and he’s yours. It’s like saying our house… our home. The question was so intimate and implied so much more about how you saw him and what he was to you. He knew seeing him as how he saw you was next to impossible, but you saw him as more than the Sheriff and more than just the jerk living in your house.

Part Four

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On en est là ! Incroyable “déconstruction” de notre France par des individus crétinisés et sectaires. Par Jany Leroy Continue reading Untitled

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Brain craves categorization so instead of doing something properly constructive, I will be grouping songs from my fic playlist according to why I selected each track.

1) Referenced in the Fic

Live and Let Die by the Wings

House of the Rising Sun by The Animals

I Forgot to Remember to Forget by Elvis Presley

Fist City by Loretta Lynn

I Can't Help Myself (Sugar Pie Honey Bunch) by Four Tops

Suspicious Minds by Elvis Presley

Too Marvelous For Words by Bing Crosby

The Wonder of You by Elvis Presley

I'll Always Love You (Day After Day) by Dean Martin

2) Specialist

Green Green Grass of Home by Tom Jones

That's Life by Frank Sinatra

Keep Your Eyes on the Prize by Pete Seeger

What Becomes of the Brokenhearted? by Jimmy Ruffin

Blue Moon by The Marcels

Sunshine Go Away Today by Jonathan Edwards

We Saw the Sea by Fred Astaire

It's Only a Paper Moon by Ella Fitzgerald and The Delta Rhythm Boys

Doctor My Eyes by Jackson Browne

3) Medic

I'm Alive by The Hollies

(I'll Be Glad When You're Dead) You Rascal You by Louis Prima

Lili Marleen by Marlene Dietrich

Curse Me Good by The Heavy

Wooden Heart by Elvis Presley

Liebling, mein Herz lässt dich grüßen by Lilian Harvey and Willy Fritsch

4) Specialized Medicine

Old Devil Moon by Frank Sinatra

Komm gib mir deine Hand by The Beatles

Come Rain or Come Shine by Billie Holiday

I Concentrate on You by Frank Sinatra

Sie liebt dich by The Beatles

"Murder," He Says by Dinah Shore

Piece of My Heart by Janis Joplin

Leave My Woman Alone by Ray Charles

Let's Misbehave by Cole Porter (performed by Trevor Ashley)

Something's Gotta Give by Bing Crosby

Bei Mir Bist Du Schon by The Andrews Sisters

Have I the Right by The Honeycombs

I Get a Kick Out of You by Frank Sinatra

The River is Wide by The Grass Roots

Too Late to Turn Back Now by the Cornelius Brothers & Sister Rose

Poetry in Motion by Johnny Tillotson

I've Never Been in Love Before by Shirley Bassey

Come Go With Me by The Del-Vikings

Sh-Boom by The Chords

Das gibt's nur einmal by Lilian Harvey

I Feel the Earth Move by Carole King

5) The Team

People Are Strange by The Doors

Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood by The Animals

Strike Up the Band by Ella Fitzgerald

Everybody Eats When They Come To My House by Cab Calloway

Momma Tried by Merle Haggard

Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin' On by Big Maybelle

Trouble by Elvis Presley

We Gotta Get Out of This Place by The Animals

G.I. Blues by Elvis Presley

6) Heavy

Sixteen Tons by Tennessee Ernie Ford

Big Bad John by Jimmy Dean

Doctor My Eyes by Jackson Browne

7) Soldier

G.I. Jive by Johnny Mercer

Sound Off by Vaughn Monroe

Gee, I Wish I Was Back in the Army by Rosemary Clooney, Percy Faith & His Orchestra, and The Mellomen

G.I. Blues by Elvis Presley

8) Engineer

Mister Sandman by Chet Atkins

Where Have All the Average People Gone? by Roger Miller

9) On Engie's Radio

There Stands the Glass by Webb Pierce

(Is This the Way to) Amarillo by Tony Christie

Walk on By by Leroy van Dyke

Dang Me by Roger Miller

10) Spy

Green Onions by Booker T. and the M.G.'s

Boum! by Charles Trenet

Tonight You Belong to Me by Nancy Sinatra

11) Scout

Do You Love Me by The Contours

Eve of Destruction by Barry McGuire

Be Young, Be Foolish, Be Happy by The Tams

12) Pyro

Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows by Leslie Gore

Wrap Your Troubles in Dreams by the Boilermaker Jazz Band

13) Demoman

Shine, Shave, Shower (It's Saturday) by Lefty Frizzell

Nobody But Me by The Human Beinz

14) Sniper

Walk, Don't Run by The Ventures

15) Thematic

Somebody to Love by Jefferson Airplane

Folsom Prison Blues by Johnny Cash

Turn, Turn, Turn by The Byrds

Are You Sure? by Timi Yuro

We'll Meet Again by Vera Lynn

Sooner or Later by The Grass Roots

If It Hadn't Been For Love by The Steeldrivers

Tomorrow's Gonna Be Another Day by The Monkees

Happy by Nancy Sinatra

Live For Today by The Grass Roots

16) The Vibes

In the Mood by Glenn Miller

Sunny Afternoon by The Kinks

Mean Old World by T-Bone Walker

That'll Be the Day by Buddy Holly

Stay by Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons

Come On, Let's Go by Ritchie Valens

Runaway by Del Shannon

Ich tanze mit dir in den Himmel hinein by Lilian Harvey and Willy Fritsch

Bring it on Home to Me by Same Cooke

The Letter by The Box Tops

Heu' sollte Sonntag sein für meine Liebe by Lilian Harvey and Willy Fritsch

Ain't That a Shame by Fats Domino

St. James Infirmary by Frances Faye

Gimme Three Steps by Lynyrd Skynyrd

Only the Lonely (Know the Way I Feel) by Roy Orbison

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1, 3, 5 and 6 for basics. 5, 8 and 9 for personality. 1, 2 and 6 for background! Any characters you like. Sorry for asking so many but there were so many good questions I couldn't resist! (you can pick and choose if it's too overwhelming)

Aww, I’m glad you asked! :) Okay:

Basics 1. What’s their full name?

3. Do they have nicknames?

5. and 6.  When’s their birthday?  6. What’s their zodiac sign/element/birthstone/ do they believe that holds significance?

-These ones are difficult because the way time is set up in the sims games a sims birthday rarely falls on the same day each year. I have vague birthdays/signs in mind for certain sims but it’s more of a general feeling. They don’t know anything about zodiac or elements and I only have a surface-level knowledge of 

I’m just gonna do the Prichard family since their my pov characters.

Allen Prichard 

no middle name :( 

Jayne calls him “Al,” 

No concrete idea for a birthday or sign

Jayne Morton Prichard 

Uses her maiden name as a middle name (it’s also my great aunt’s maiden name, I got the idea from her)

Was called “Janie” as a young girl, now prefers to be called “Mama”

She feels like a summer kid, probably a Cancer

Allie Jayne (Prichard) Brown

Her full name is Allie, not Allison. Named because it really bothered me when my coworker named her baby Becky.

Called Aj

She aged up to an adult on Harvestfest and I feel like that fits her well. Very Autumnal, probably a Sagittarius

Rachel (Prichard) Culton

I honestly hadn’t thought of a middle name for Rachel.

Leroy called her his “Ray of sunshine” Everyone else calls her “Rach”

I get wintery vibes from her, ice queen stereotypes, maybe? Although some of her pettiness and love of the high life feel Libra-adjacent to me. 

Teresa Selene Prichard

I just like the way Teresa Selene sounds. 

Becca Dawn called her “Treesa” when she was a toddler and couldn’t talk. 

Not sure about a birthdate but she’s always been curious, knowledge-driven and an introvert, not sure what sign that relates to?

Farrah (Prichard) Culton

I’m still mad I didn’t think to name her Faith instead. I had the initials planned out but had trouble finding an F name. No middle name

No nicknames for Farrah, she gets called Sarah all the time by people outside her family. She’s too polite to correct them.

She is the Virgo-est Virgo to ever Virgo. Birthdate Sept. 13th (My sister’s birthday)

Penelope Lee Prichard

Called Penny by everyone, called “Pen” or “Pens” by Becca Dawn

Hands down, Penny is a Libra. October birthday. 

Rebecca Dawn Prichard

I like the name Dawn as a middle name for a southernish character. 

Called Becca Dawn by everyone. 

Not actually sure what her birthdate is or her sign.

I’ll answer the other sections in another post. 

:)

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R. Crumb: The Complete Record Cover Collection

Robert Crumb first began drawing record covers in 1968 when Janis Joplin, a fellow Haight Ashbury denizen, asked him to provide a cover for her album Cheap Thrills. It was an invitation the budding artist couldn't resist, especially since he had been fascinated with record covers-particularly for the legendary jazz, country, and old-time blues music of the 1920s and 1930s-since he was a teen. This early collaboration proved so successful that Crumb went on to draw hundreds of record covers for both new artists and largely forgotten masters. So remarkable were Crumb's artistic interpretations of these old 78 rpm singles that the art itself proved influential in their rediscovery in the 1960s and 1970s. Including such classics as Truckin' My Blues Away, Harmonica Blues, and Please Warm My Weiner, Crumb's opus also features more recent covers done for CDs. R. Crumb: The Complete Record Cover Collection is a must-have for any lover of graphics and old-time music.

Published by W. W. Norton & Company  Independent Publishers Since 1923 

 ---------------  Directed by John Heneghan  Featuring Eden Brower 

 The Songs: 1. Sing Song Girl - Leroy Sheild (1930) 2. Some Of These Days - Cab Calloway (1930) 3. Lindberg Hop - Memphis Jug Band (1928) 4. Down On Me - Eddie Head And His Family (1930) 5. Chasin' Rainbows - R. Crumb and his Cheap Suit Serenaders (1976) 6. Singing In The Bathtub - R. Crumb and his Cheap Suit Serenaders (1978) 7. So Sorry Dear - Eden & John's East River String Band Featuring R. Crumb (2010)

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Lannion (22) : quand les vieilles perruques de l'anti-racisme sénile refont surface...

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