Whisper

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Peter laughed.

"Den youse can kiss dat phone gudbye den, Will."

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"Well, I will go to Corner Brook in the morning and see to getting another one."

A sudden way of nausea overtook me and I quickly sat on a chair in the foyer, my head, literally, between my legs.

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"You okay, Will?"

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I nodded, holding up my hand.

A few moments passed before I sat back up, leaning against the chair.

"I have to go and lay down, guys."

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Peter nodded.

"Git well, Will."

He looked at John.

"I will meet ya in da tractor."

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John nodded.

"I bes right dere, me son."

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John waited until Peter left and then he crouched down in front of me.

"Whats be really goin' on, Will."

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"I just told you. I am really sick."

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John nodded.

"I can sees you are sick, me son, but it ain't no flu or nuttin'. Dis place smells like a brewery."

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I took a deep breath, nodding.

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"What be it, Will?

Is it me sister? I know she's can be a bit of a pain in da arse, but she really loves ya, you knows."

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"I know."

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"Then da truth, Will."

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I shook my head.

"The truth? I don't think you would believe me, if I did tell you the truth, John."

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"You could tries, me son. I am pretty understanding and I believes you do owe me an explanations ...

and if not me, den you do me sister."

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I had to agree.

"Yea. You are right, John."

I stood up, shakily.

"Let me get cleaned up, tonight and I promise that I will come to see you guys in the morning and I will explain everything."

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John nodded, his hand on my shoulder.

"I will be holding you to dat, Will. I believes youse is a man of your word, so I will be 'specting you in da morning, at Sheila's.

Say around 9 fer breakfast?"

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I nodded.

"I will be there."