Christos “Chris” Theodorakis Quotes in The Westing Game
"Itsss-oo-nn," Chris announced.
"What did he say?"
"He said it's snowing," Theo and Flora Baumbach explained at the same time.
The heirs watched helplessly as the invalid's thin frame was suddenly torn and twisted by convulsions. Only the dressmaker rushed to his side. "I know, I know," she simpered, "you were trying to tell us about the itsy-bitsy snowflings."
Theo moved her away. "My brother is not an infant, and he's not retarded, so please, no more baby talk."
Blinking away tears, Flora Baumbach returned to her seat, the elfin smile still painted on her pained face.
Some stared at the afflicted child with morbid fascination, but most turned away. They didn't want to see.
"I think Mr. Westing is a g-good man," Chris said aloud. “I think his last wish was to do g-good deeds. He g-gave me a p-partner who helped me. He g-gave everybody the p-perfect p-partner to m-make friends."
"Hello, Angela." Denton Deere had grown a thick moustache. He was a neurologist. He had never married.
"Hello, Denton." Angela's golden hair was tied in a knot on the nape of her neck. She wore no makeup. She was completing her third year of medical school. "It's been a long time."
Christos “Chris” Theodorakis Quotes in The Westing Game
"Itsss-oo-nn," Chris announced.
"What did he say?"
"He said it's snowing," Theo and Flora Baumbach explained at the same time.
The heirs watched helplessly as the invalid's thin frame was suddenly torn and twisted by convulsions. Only the dressmaker rushed to his side. "I know, I know," she simpered, "you were trying to tell us about the itsy-bitsy snowflings."
Theo moved her away. "My brother is not an infant, and he's not retarded, so please, no more baby talk."
Blinking away tears, Flora Baumbach returned to her seat, the elfin smile still painted on her pained face.
Some stared at the afflicted child with morbid fascination, but most turned away. They didn't want to see.
"I think Mr. Westing is a g-good man," Chris said aloud. “I think his last wish was to do g-good deeds. He g-gave me a p-partner who helped me. He g-gave everybody the p-perfect p-partner to m-make friends."
"Hello, Angela." Denton Deere had grown a thick moustache. He was a neurologist. He had never married.
"Hello, Denton." Angela's golden hair was tied in a knot on the nape of her neck. She wore no makeup. She was completing her third year of medical school. "It's been a long time."