<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527796" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Henry and Woman Servicing</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You don't want to go <br>With that kind of woman, <br>Henry's mother said. <br>What kind of woman </div><div style="margin:10px 0">is that? Henry asked. <br>The kind that offer <br>themselves to men <br>who are not their </div><div style="margin:10px 0">husbands, his mother <br>replied, sitting back <br>in the soft chair by <br>the fireplace, joining </div><div style="margin:10px 0">her fingers, forming <br>what she used to call <br>her church. Henry watched <br>her church form of finger </div><div style="margin:10px 0">forming, his eyes sliding <br>over his mother's dyed <br>hair, the grey streaks, <br>the nose, the thin red </div><div style="margin:10px 0">painted lips. But isn't <br>that kind of women <br>providing a service? <br>Henry asked, walking </div><div style="margin:10px 0">to the window, watching <br>his father mowing the <br>lawn, sweat on the brow, <br>the eyes dead looking. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Service? His mother said, <br>her tone icy, Service? <br>She repeated, that's not <br>service, Henry that's sin. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">S.I.N. Henry raised his <br>eyebrows, there was in <br>the pocket of his pants, <br>a pack of fives, unused </div><div style="margin:10px 0">as yet. Oh, Henry said, <br>Duncan Smold had this <br>woman in the back of <br>his car, he called it hard </div><div style="margin:10px 0">smooching or some such <br>word. Henry's mother <br>eyed him closely, her eyes <br>narrowing. Then he sinned, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Henry, he sinned, she said, <br>pushing a hand through <br>her hair, her features going <br>red. Oh, right, Henry said, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll tell Duncan next time <br>he's in his car with some <br>woman in the back, that <br>he's sinning, Henry turned </div><div style="margin:10px 0">away, he didn't want his <br>mother to see him grinning.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terry+Collett">Terry Collett</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527796" data-title="Henry and Woman Servicing de Terry Collett" data-description="You don't want to go With that kind of woman, Henry's mother said. What kind of woman is that? Henry asked. The kind that offer themselves to men who are not their husbands, his mother replied, sitting back in the soft chair by the fi..."></div> </div> </div>

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