The thing about Sally is, when she orders her pumpkin soup, she always eats it first, before everything else. Not like old Jane. Jane eats her soup last. She drops in little crackers, in a pattern you understand, and pushes it to the side, eats her whole meal, even the dessert, and then starts in on the soup. Says she likes looking at it, waiting for her like that. That Jane. I should call her later. D.B. once wrote a dam good story about pumpkin soup, before he went to Hollywood. There was this poor man who only had pumpkin soup to eat, and he gave it to this dirty little kid who hated pumpkins. The kid wouldn't eat it and pushed it on the floor and the old man watched a dog eat it up. Allie really liked that story. The thing is, you should never talk about soup. Because then you start missing everybody. > -----Original Message----- > On Wed, 10 Nov 1999 10:45:45 -0800, Ed Fenning wrote: > > Holden might add? > "Pumpkin pie, now there's something I really get a > bang out of. Phoebe has to have everyone's crust. I > like the crust too, but I go ahead and give her mine > anyway. We were coming back from some damn fencing > match and passed a field of pumpkins once. The coach > had to pull over because his car's goddamn carburator > was giving him a royal pain. I got out of the car and > looked at them; they call them pumpkin patches which I > think is a real laugh, they were just there: up and > down in rows. All of a sudden the orange color > reminded me of Allie, you know, as though he was > everywhere at once in that damn field. > Pumpkin soup? That's something old Sally would have > tried at some phony expensive joint if she were being > high falutin' and all..... >