In the next village was a small grocery store, which also sold the products of local farmers. They knew her. She walked past the coffins with apples and fresh vegetables. At checkout was Emily Frankfurter, the daughter of the owner. Her overweight did not influence her mood."How is it with Fred?" she asked as she packed the stuff in the large paper bag, which Deborah had taken.Deb had a tendency to say, "Oh, well, its pace," but that found them too far from the truth. How did it anyway, that you never honest about health could talk? Maybe the people were afraid, that it was contagious. Not wanting to bitching also played a role. They had enormous hate nag stories, but where was the dividing line? Interest was a good thing."It is still bearable," said Deb. "but he still has a lot of pain. The doctor says, that it has spread to the lungs. But he does not want to be operated on, that is clear. ""No, I think that is also no fun," said Emily. "I have also been in the hospital with a break, well I can tell you, that you wish on anyone. Tajik, answers! Turned out to be my digestion in the war, also that! They suggested a stomach reduction for, but that is such a heavy operation! And thickness comes in the family before, so we just muddle what. "Panting hit them the amounts on the desk."Have what it takes? Fred still eat everything? ""Small portions. Now that I think about it he eats very little. "Emily Frankfurter looked at her compassionate."I know what you have it."They looked at the magazines standard a few sheets in.
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