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Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due, part 13

After the three girls were quietly lead away, the band set up in one corner and it seemed the night was ready to begin. George arrived, looking dapper in his pinstripe suit. "Are you ready to polish the dancefloor?" he asked with a grin, twirling me around. "And how!" We went to the registration table,… Continue reading Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due, part 13

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Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due, Part 12

True to my promise, I arrived St. Francis Episcopal Church the next day just after lunch. My glad rags were in a carpet bag, which I left in the vestry at Mrs. Pope's instruction, and reported for duty at the welcome table set up in the multi-purpose room. Mrs. Pope was smart in her dark… Continue reading Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due, Part 12

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Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due, Part 11

Mother came home only a few minutes later. I heard her from the back parlor, where I'd once again installed myself with my book. Before I had a chance to greet her, she went down to the basement, presumably to discuss my punishment with Daddy. "Boy, she really mad, ain't she?" Elizabeth asked, peering over… Continue reading Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due, Part 11

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Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due, part 10

I found Daddy in the front parlor, which served as his private practice three days a week. Inside was a couch and two chairs. Against one wall an exam table waited, and at the back of the room a small secretary desk waited next to a filing cabinet. Daddy dropped a small stack of files… Continue reading Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due, part 10

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Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due: part 9

  We gathered on the back porch for an early lunch. Elizabeth, with help from her mother, managed to salvage most of the contents of our picnic basket, except the bread, which was a soggy mess. "It's a good thing it's washing day," Rose said, shaking her head as she carried our filthy things down… Continue reading Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due: part 9

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Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due: Part 8

I don't know how long we cowered there in the corner of the barn. Outside, the wind raged and limbs crashed and cracked. It sounded like the world was coming down around us; I don't know how that old barn managed to stay up in all the hullaballoo. At last, it quieted. The waterfall sound… Continue reading Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due: Part 8

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Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due: Part 7

I don't know how long we cowered there in the corner of the barn. Outside, the wind raged and limbs crashed and cracked. It sounded like the world was coming down around us; I don't know how that old barn managed to stay up in all the hullaballoo. At last, it quieted. The waterfall sound… Continue reading Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due: Part 7

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Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due: Part 6

About fifteen minutes past the edge of town, George pulled off onto a narrow, rutted lane, slowing slightly. With the engine noise somewhat quieted, George started to sing "Little Liza Jane," the song we'd taken Elizabeth's nickname from. Elizabeth blushed happily and he reached for her hand. I leaned back and tried to enjoy the… Continue reading Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due: Part 6

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Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due: Part 5

Upstairs, I found the book I'd been reading and brought it downstairs into the back parlor, where I wound up the Victrola. Strains of "Let Me Call You Sweetheart" filled up the room. I threw myself down on the couch, but no sooner had I opened my book than someone knocked on the door. "I'll… Continue reading Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due: Part 5

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Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due: Part 4

The next morning was bright and clear, and already warm by the time I came down to breakfast at eight o’clock. Mother and Daddy were already sitting at the table. Daddy had that crease between his brow, which could only mean Mother had already told him about my escapade the night before. Slinking into my… Continue reading Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due: Part 4