A sequel to the Higgler called the Train Driver. By Warren. Londinium Media(TM). Ms. Dollis Hill was a train driver in Montego Bay when it was a part of the UK; almost like Penzance but further, further south. She had a son and a husband who supported her as a woman who worked. The family used the money to help build the local parish and also to help them manufacture clothing and shoes for people. They also baked bread. She said very often, "...you have a son for life, a son for life even after he takes a wife and he might live down the road or next door." She got her freedom when the master owner of the home she lived and worked in from an early age killed a girl for taking a spoon that she had already dropped in the sink and then taking the spoon back out of the sink to stir the soup. He got a fever since all kinds of people used the sink. He granted them his favour when he was sad that he killed the girl and told his mistress to make copies of her and to put nice words like Joy in the cup with the master baker's DNA and that of the chief sweeper in the house. He also said he needed to feel equal and killing the girl made her feel too, too martyred and honoured. But, he did not know what to do with his feelings that day. He also realised he got the fever from the dog. Are you the dog? Am I? Who is the dog? By making copies of her, he thought he would feel equal. That is it. Click here. But, sometimes when she got home from work after driving the train through all the small towns in Jamaica, she was a little drunk when sometimes she was given a bottle of rum from the train station managers to keep her cool when she was begged by the station manager to "...wait a few minutes nuh; a beg you....because the local horse drawn wagon of farm workers was late when the road was washed out and they have to get back to Spanish Town for the cooked food...tonight...ya andahstand....then you wheel and turn back to the depot...in the partnership.....the agreement." She would come home and carry on with her new found involvement and when the children had not finished their school work or if the sink had one spoon in it or if the dog had not been fed yet, she would just rip up the place and make noise. If you coughed or cleared your throat, she said you have a nervous tick....just busy in her own way. How does she have time to think about how you clear your throat because when the train manager comes to how we are getting on, ...you should feel like you are down since this is not about you...but see me. The boy was raised by her but who was the mother and father? The train manager spit in the water cooler so we would... "Tell him and help him if the last woman he was with gave him "something" and he knows he shouldn't put himself in the water." He said he was the victim when the lady at the bakery heard him say he likes the Grata cakes so when he came back, he ordered 12 cakes and then she put her own "Maco shark" from her underwear on it with some Fabergé to get all of his attention and he was burning up. She had an iron burn on her back. Birz even an angry, hurt ex-slave that might kill evilly their siblings or neighbours to be the only one in the shanty hut can still seek and find the Lord. They will thank him too for their fish when they catch one and it really was a miracle. That was just not right; what she did! He was in shock.
A sequel to the Higgler called the Train Driver. By Warren. Londinium Media(TM). Ms. Dollis Hill was a train driver in Montego Bay when it was a part of the UK; almost like Penzance but further, further south. She had a son and a husband who supported her as a woman who worked. The family used the money to help build the local parish and also to help them manufacture clothing and shoes for people. They also baked bread. She said very often, "...you have a son for life, a son for life even after he takes a wife and he might live down the road or next door." She got her freedom when the master owner of the home she lived and worked in from an early age killed a girl for taking a spoon that she had already dropped in the sink and then taking the spoon back out of the sink to stir the soup. He got a fever since all kinds of people used the sink. He granted them his favour when he was sad that he killed the girl and told his mistress to make copies of her and to put nice words like Joy in the cup with the master baker's DNA and that of the chief sweeper in the house. He also said he needed to feel equal and killing the girl made her feel too, too martyred and honoured. But, he did not know what to do with his feelings that day. He also realised he got the fever from the dog. Are you the dog? Am I? Who is the dog? By making copies of her, he thought he would feel equal. That is it. Click here. But, sometimes when she got home from work after driving the train through all the small towns in Jamaica, she was a little drunk when sometimes she was given a bottle of rum from the train station managers to keep her cool when she was begged by the station manager to "...wait a few minutes nuh; a beg you....because the local horse drawn wagon of farm workers was late when the road was washed out and they have to get back to Spanish Town for the cooked food...tonight...ya andahstand....then you wheel and turn back to the depot...in the partnership.....the agreement." She would come home and carry on with her new found involvement and when the children had not finished their school work or if the sink had one spoon in it or if the dog had not been fed yet, she would just rip up the place and make noise. If you coughed or cleared your throat, she said you have a nervous tick....just busy in her own way. How does she have time to think about how you clear your throat because when the train manager comes to how we are getting on, ...you should feel like you are down since this is not about you...but see me. The boy was raised by her but who was the mother and father? The train manager spit in the water cooler so we would... "Tell him and help him if the last woman he was with gave him "something" and he knows he shouldn't put himself in the water." He said he was the victim when the lady at the bakery heard him say he likes the Grata cakes so when he came back, he ordered 12 cakes and then she put her own "Maco shark" from her underwear on it with some Fabergé to get all of his attention and he was burning up. She had an iron burn on her back. Birz even an angry, hurt ex-slave that might kill evilly their siblings or neighbours to be the only one in the shanty hut can still seek and find the Lord. They will thank him too for their fish when they catch one and it really was a miracle. That was just not right; what she did! He was in shock.