Friday, 12 December 2008

Thomas Kinkade Chicago Water Tower painting

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deathbed had he realized that she’d been the best chance he’d ever had of finding his way from the wrong road to the right one. As a young hothead, he had rejected her counsel, had believed that power and money were more important to him than she was. The shock of her early death forced him to face the hard truth that he’d been wrong.Only on this a full month in blue Hawaii, to dine well and drink well, with his blessings.Or he could stop the elevator and kill them.Neither act would change his future in any meaningful way.He bitterly envies . There would be a certain savage satisfaction in robbing them of their remaining years.Whatever else may be wrong with him—the list of his faults and corruptions is long—he can’t kill solely out of envy. Pride alone prevents him, more than mercy.strange, rainy day has he come to understand that she was also his last chance.For a man who once believed that the world was clay from which he could make what he wished, Dunny has arrived at a difficult place. He has lost all power, for nothing he does now can the money he withdrew from the wall safe in his study, he still has twenty thousand dollars. He could give ten of it to this elderly couple from Scranton, tell them to stay

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