Jack Vettriano long time Gone

Jack Vettriano long time GoneJack Vettriano Lazy Hazy DaysJack Vettriano Just Another Day
went on one a your little trips—price tag still on it after five years—and I tied a note on the end of the line. It said, hello Ennis, bring , Alma. And then you come back and said you’d caught a bunch a browns and ate them up. Remember? I looked in the case when I got a chance and there was my note still tied there and that line hadn’t touched got drunk, had a short dirty fight and left. He didn’t try to see his girls for a long time, figuring they would look him up when they got the sense and years to move out from Alma.
They were no longer young men with all of it before them. Jack had filled out through the shoulders and though the word “water” had called out its domestic cousin she twisted the faucet, sluiced the plates. “That don’t mean nothin.”“Don’t lie, don’t try to fool me, Ennis. I know what it means. Jack Twist? Jack Nasty. You and him—“ She’d overstepped his line. He seized her wrist; tears sprang and rolled, a dish clattered.“Shut up,” he said. nothin about it.”“I’m goin a yell for Bill.”“You f*ckin go right ahead. Go on and f*ckin yell. I’ll make him eat the f*ckin floor and you too.” He gave another wrench that left her with a burning bracelet, shoved his hat on backwards and slammed out. He went to the Black and Blue Eagle bar that night,