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广州夜场招聘女孩-无订房任务/包住宿【小费1200+1500+1800日结】

She put one of the smaller pumpkins on Clark’s long lap. “Now, nothing surreal,” she told him. “Carve just a regular face. These are for the kids.”

In the foyer, on the Hipplewhite desk, Allison found the maid’s chore list with its cross-offs, which included Clark’s supper. Allison went quickly through the daily mail: a garish10 coupon11 packet, a bill from Jamestown Liquors, November’s pay-TV program guide, and the worst thing, the funniest, an already opened, extremely unkind letter from Clark’s relations up North. “You’re an old fool,” Allison read, and, “You’re being cruelly deceived.” There was a gift check for Clark enclosed, but it was uncashable, signed as it was, “Jesus H. Christ.”

Late, late into this night, Allison and Clark gutted12 and carved the pumpkins together, at an old table set on the back porch, over newspaper after soggy newspaper, with paring knives and with spoons and with a Swiss Army knife Clark used for exact shaping of tooth and eye and nostril13. Clark had been a doctor, an internist, but also a Sunday watercolorist. His four pumpkins were expressive14 and artful. Their carved features were suited to the sizes and shapes of the pumpkins. Two looked ferocious15 and jagged. One registered surprise. The last was serene16 and beaming.

Allison’s four faces were less deftly17 drawn18, with slits19 and areas of distortion. She had cut triangles for noses and eyes. The mouths she had made were just wedges-two turned up and two turned down.

By one in the morning they were finished. Clark, who had bent20 his long torso forward to work, moved back over to the glider and looked out sleepily at nothing. All the lights were out across the ravine.

Clark stayed. For the season and time, the Virginia night was warm. Most leaves had been blown away already, and the trees stood unbothered. The moon was round above them.

Allison cleaned up the mess.

“Your jack-o-lanterns are much, much better than mine,” Clark said to her.

He wore a wool shawl. He was moving up and back in a padded glider6, pushed by the ball of his slippered7 foot.
Allison lowered a big pumpkin2, let it rest on the wide floorboards.

Clark was much older-seventy-eight to Allison’s thirty-five. They were married. They were both quite tall and looked something alike in their facial features. Allison wore a natural-hair wig5. It was a thick blonde hood8 around her face. She was dressed in bright-dyed denims today. She wore durable9 clothes, usually, for she volunteered afternoons at a children’s daycare center.

She put one of the smaller pumpkins on Clark’s long lap. “Now, nothing surreal,” she told him. “Carve just a regular face. These are for the kids.”

In the foyer, on the Hipplewhite desk, Allison found the maid’s chore list with its cross-offs, which included Clark’s supper. Allison went quickly through the daily mail: a garish10 coupon11 packet, a bill from Jamestown Liquors, November’s pay-TV program guide, and the worst thing, the funniest, an already opened, extremely unkind letter from Clark’s relations up North. “You’re an old fool,” Allison read, and, “You’re being cruelly deceived.” There was a gift check for Clark enclosed, but it was uncashable, signed as it was, “Jesus H. Christ.”

Late, late into this night, Allison and Clark gutted12 and carved the pumpkins together, at an old table set on the back porch, over newspaper after soggy newspaper, with paring knives and with spoons and with a Swiss Army knife Clark used for exact shaping of tooth and eye and nostril13. Clark had been a doctor, an internist, but also a Sunday watercolorist. His four pumpkins were expressive14 and artful. Their carved features were suited to the sizes and shapes of the pumpkins. Two looked ferocious15 and jagged. One registered surprise. The last was serene16 and beaming.

Allison’s four faces were less deftly17 drawn18, with slits19 and areas of distortion. She had cut triangles for noses and eyes. The mouths she had made were just wedges-two turned up and two turned down.

By one in the morning they were finished. Clark, who had bent20 his long torso forward to work, moved back over to the glider and looked out sleepily at nothing. All the lights were out across the ravine.

Clark stayed. For the season and time, the Virginia night was warm. Most leaves had been blown away already, and the trees stood unbothered. The moon was round above them.

Allison cleaned up the mess.

“Your jack-o-lanterns are much, much better than mine,” Clark said to her.

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