Ack. What's up with the formatting on that? I must have made an error I can't see. It should all be like the first half.

ita, if you're still here, can you look at it, please?

ita, there's a word missing in yours. I adore it, but am also consumed with curiosity: armed with borrowed....?

Cindy, nice breakdown on that one.

Thanks, Deb. I'm just sad the formatting messed up. I can't tell what happened to it. I don't know if I dropped a tag, or what. The double line breaks are in it (after the black lines) all the way through, but they're not showing up on the board.

There are a lot of words missing from mine, it seems. I'm not sure how Word managed that.

I need to recreate it.

Cindy, I'll have a look in a sec.

Okay -- rejiggered, because I'm arsed if I can remember the original way I got it to 100 words:

They didn't stay long. Long enough to marry, and have one child, but during the second pregnancy his patience, stretched by local hostility and shrinking prospects, shattered. He took them back home, where he wouldn't have to shield her from thrown trash, or his son's developing language from racist epithets.

Years later, over every objection, his son moved back to London, armed with borrowed anger and a university degree.

He has a lucrative computer job that his father doesn't understand, and sends money back to his parents.

They've never met his wife. She's white.

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Thank you, ita. What did I miss?

I have no idea, Cindy. I just put in some extra t p and it worked out.

Huh. I really screwed up that formatting.

ita, you know what's scary? I was mentally putting my own words in, and they were very close to yours.

Here's one, an in-joke. Let's see how many of you are familiar with the movie in question:

For the Look at Me Anniversary challenge: Picture #1

Young/Old

The movie had left them reeling with delight: secret glances, quiet giggles, the tacitly shared enjoyment of their own personal joke, a screenplay made for them.

If the car salesman notices, he doesn't comment. Salesmen mostly go with the obvious. Could he help them?

"Maybe." Maude grins up at Harold. She's remembering the movie, their movie, Ruth Gordon at the wheel, Bud Cort hanging on for dear life, a third her age, falling in love. "Do you have any used hearses?"

The salesman blinked, despite his good intentions. "A hearse?"

A glance at her young lover, full of pleasure. "Yerse!"

I know of hte movie, but I've never seen it . What I know of it is from fic, of all places.