God knows what job I'm... «Black Swan Green»
yoursunnysmile3 октября 2020God knows what job I'm going to be able to do. Not a lawyer, that's for sure. You can't stammer in court. You can't stammer in a classroom, either. My students'd crucify me. There aren't many jobs where speaking isn't a part of it. Miss Lippetts said once nobody buys poetry, so I can't be a professional poet. I could be a monk, but church is more boring than watching the screen-test card. Mum made us go to Sunday school at Saint Gabriel's when we were smaller but it turned every Sunday morning into torture by boredom. Even Mum got bored after a few months. Being trapped in a monastery'd be murder. How about a lighthouse keeper? All those storms, sunsets, and Dairylea sandwiches'd make you lonely in the end. But lonely is something I'd better get used to. What girl'd go out with a stammerer? Or even dance with one? The last song at the Black Swan Green Village Hall Disco'd be over before I could spit out D-d-d-you want to d-d-d-d-d-dance. Or what if I stammered at my wedding and couldn't even say “I do”? “Were you listening in just now?”
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