Clap-clap –clap, -clap, thus was the sound that hung across the room; Ken was banging into Mrs. Fanny

“Oh my goodness, I am going to miss you, Ken!” Mrs. Fanny said the rest in ear-splitting moan that cracked into the quiet, ambience of the home. At this time her eyes would open and at the other time her eyes would be shut, with reddened face and gaping mouth wide enough for her tongue to stick out. Like a driller, ken’s waist rotated, paused, grinded, shifted sideways and ...