All Chapters of Fake London bridge is falling down: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

doctor montoya had dreams, many in which damaris were In them, telling her stories of her and her son, Adulf cain. *****"not the tone now."damaris cain had pulled at a fall I hair "not your fault, not bruce's . I was the one who stop up the red flag. I dumped all my complaints on him, the Drug use, alcoholism- i should have ignored them. I tried but couldnt, said to my self damaris , there are alot of people who has been through this. and you know what, yours should not be any different. my house keeper,fired Now,she tells me hes disrespectful and dependent on my rates for coors and martini. i did not want adulf thinking it reality, that was eh i thought a boarding house was a nice option for him ontill I could fix Bruce.""Mr Cain iys hard to fix any body---.""i knew-- i made the right decition. and i think i am about to make one now.""what's that?""hammerstien,my son will be stoping school. we are relocating back to the US."the principal sighed."we have a branch in the US.""o

don't touch me." filament heated, electricity in vaccuum, with the presence of gas, resembling colors of the light glowed on Damaris's quivering chin, glowed on her throat, the muffled sob of her Adams apple--it Adulf, it suggests a shallow face, worried but calm, a triangular cast as the glow died to bleak. Adulf twitched the cars bulb, the rays flicked chaotically, then began to shine.they were In a Ford Taurus, 56.3 hip room told that Damaris Cain was a wide waisted woman even if the rest part of her body remained small. Adulf Cain had his all knowing eyes on her, deeply pierced so his mother could just see the real proportion of his evil eye."oh honey."said Damaris. he felt her hands to his jaw, his stiff jaw."did I hurt you?""not really."he hit his head back to the headrest, because her forehead was close to his, dead worried with concern."I love you alright?"he shurgged.her palm came on the wheels again but her eyes were not consertrated on the road, at least, not exactly.

Bruce Cain turned to Adulf with a glint in his eye "when last did the mess stuff him with ham or turkey, I mean he's as skinny as my knockle. dieting , huh? kid?hello, are you there. humph, he's never there. I think the bastard would like to have his first take of booze and those Christmas pranks kids fool the elderlies with. listen to me boy, I'd rather have you lucked up in a cubbyhole than have you trying to just prank me."he raised his voice now"he's to old to write Santa a wish list, isn't it Damaris? bet he would be wishing I were buried alive, I don't get much of oxegen and then I die very slowly, or a bamboo turtore, sweet hell , I guess that's what he'd want.""you're talking nonsense. give me that now."Damaris grabbed the whiskey from his hands.alright. the kid's built his perspective of the whole damn w-o-r-l-d. we're all crazy and he's only sane. I'll agree I'm the bad guy here but I'll hold fast to my gun."he bellowed in laughter at Adulf's puckered brow.Adulf had a too

"there's just been the boy couch since Mr hourthone disappeared.""you got a wife?"dumont Bucharest frowned"I'm celibate for good, kid ""I thought mallard was your son.""pst, he was just another kid, not just exactly like you."replied dumont"see I've always wanted for kids to do the right thing and never repeat desame mistake that I think I made in the past.""good of you.""however I had first attempted to adopt the pretty boy, really cute when he was little if you asked me, but you see I was a man of lowly estate, was too hard for me I had to give in. and the torrential orphanage, hard of it?oh boy you need much to know, the orphanage was sponsored by the London bridge support group, yes! I said it, our cult. on my part it was a really fragile adoption. the mallards were richer, they had an agency and a really good lawyer, I, I was just a nobody, owned a rusty truck and a cot I would put the baby in if eventually I go him, and which of cause never really happened. so glad that I

Adulf Cain sat before an occasional table. Vergil had a terrible broadcast transmitter, but they managed it. Adulf turned on the telly. it had a poor audio reception so he had to sit real close to hear.he picked up the clicker and flipped through the channels. the picture tube was heavily dusty, with stains against the plate glass-- Bruce had said that this one had scaled through without a laboratory test.on the screen, there was a horse racing event. the camera was at pace with the leading racer of the sprint. it was the state thorough breed handicapping championship. it was held every Christmas in Vergil. Adulf yawned. he picked up the clicker. he was introduced to a surf zone. a woman carried a paddle boarder In one arm, then the scene cut to the paddle boarder it self, before a voice over introduced one fiber glass made one, the other had been plastic. it cut to the lady sailing on the plastic, and then a blond guy on the fiber glass made. "Adulf honey. come over here. a Bennie