◆ Do Recession-Proof Stocks Exist??? ◆ | 28/10/2022

Accоrdіng to mіІІіonaire іnvestor Brаd Thоmas, thеy dо, аnd hе cаlls thеm SWАN (Slееp WеІІ аt Nіght) stоcks... [happy hand holder logo]( At Happy Hand Holder , we are serious about being your “eyes and ears” for special opportunities for you to take advantage of. The message below from one of our partners is one we think you should take a close look at. [happy hand holder devider] Do Recession-Proof Stocks Exist??? Accоrdіng to mіІІіonaire іnvestor Brаd Thоmas, thеy dо, аnd hе cаlls thеm SWАN (Slееp WеІІ аt Nіght) stоcks. [𝑪𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝑾𝑨𝑵 𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒐.]( p{ font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; line-height: 11px; text-transform: capitalize; text-decoration: underline; text-align: justify; } (In order of appearance.) Margaret Brick MAY (aka Sis.) Big Mama Dixie, the little girl. Big Daddy Priest Tooker GUPER (aka Brother) Dr. Bau. Lacey, Negro servant. Zookie, a little girl. Two little boys. Act One. As the curtain rises, someone can be heard showering in the bathroom through the half-open door. A beautiful young woman with an anxious look enters the bedroom and walks to the bathroom door. MARGARET (trying to shout out the noise of the water): One of those half-assed freaks threw a butter biscuit at me: now I have to change! MARGARET speaks both quickly and by stretching out syllables. When pronouncing long passages, she resembles a priest chanting a prayer: the breath is taken after the end of the line, so the phrase ends on the last breath. Sometimes Margaret intersperses her speech with a soft chant without words, such as "Pa-pa-pa-pa!" The noise of the water stops and Brick responds, though he is still out of sight. A politely exaggerated interest can be heard in his tone, masking his complete indifference to his wife. BRICK: What did you say, Maggie? The water is noisy, I can't hear anything. MARGARET: I just said that one of those freaks ruined my lace dress, now I have to change... BRICK: Why do you call them freaks? MARGARET: Because they don't have necks. BRICK: No neck at all? MARGARET: At least I didn't notice it. Fat heads stuck on fat carcasses without the slightest gap. BRICK: That's not good. MARGARET: It's worse than that, you can't even wring their necks, because they don't have necks! Isn't that right, darling? (She takes off her dress and is left in an ivory silk undershirt. You can hear the children screaming from downstairs.) Do you hear how they scream? Where are their vocal cords, because they don't have necks. You know, they got me so worked up at the table today, I thought I was going to scream so hard, the neighboring states would hear. So I said to your lovely sister-in-law, "May, honey, why don't we put your precious little ones at a separate table with a tarpaulin, huh? They made such a mess, and the lace tablecloth is so pretty!" She made big eyes and said, "What are you, what are you, what are you, what are you! On Big Daddy's birthday? He'll never forgive me for that!" And he didn't sit with those freaks for two minutes before he slammed his fork on the table and yelled: "Goddamn it, Hooper, these pigs only eat out of a trough in the kitchen!" I swear, I almost died laughing! Think about it, Brick, they've got five and a sixth on the way. I mean, it's like they brought their brood here for a fair, for show. And all the time they're getting them to do something, "Do this, do that. Read a poem, stand on your head!" And the constant hints that you and I don't have kids, have you noticed, honey, that you and I don't have kids, huh? No, I haven't. And since we are childless, then completely useless! It's funny, of course, but it's also disgusting how much they don't hide their intentions. BRICK (indifferently): What are their intentions, Maggie? MARGARET: You know very well yourself! BRICK (appearing in the doorway): I don't know anything. He's standing on his way out of the bathroom, wiping his head with a towel with one hand and leaning on the towel rail with the other, because his leg is in a cast. He is still as fit and strong as a young man. There are no obvious signs of alcoholism. An additional charm is given by a certain quiet detachment, typical of people who have given up on everything and abandoned all struggles. But at moments of irritation, it is as if lightning flashes across a clear sky, and then it becomes clear that deep down inside he is not at all calm. Maybe in brighter light you could see that he had already begun to blur, but in the warm sunset rays coming in from the balcony, he looks fine. MARGARET: I can tell you all about those intentions, darling. They want to keep you out of your father's inheritance... (She falls silent for a moment before her next remark. Her voice drops, as if she were confessing something unpleasant.) And we know for a fact that Big Daddy is dying of cancer. (There are voices coming from the lawn, calling to the children. Margaret raises her hands and puffs her armpits with a light sweep. Then sets the concave mirror, adjusts her lashes, and stands up impetuously.) Too much light in the room. BRICK (softly but quickly): Are we sure we know? MARGARET: Sure we know what? BRICK: That the Big Daddy is dying of cancer? MARGARET: The test results came back today. BRICK: So... MARGARET (lowering the bamboo blinds that form long, gold-framed shadows on the floor): That's right. Got the conclusion today... Nothing new for me, my darling... (You can feel the music in her voice, sometimes it sounds low, kind of boyish, and we can imagine her playing boyish games as a child.) I figured it out earlier in the year when we visited in March, and I'm willing to vouch that your Brother and his wife were no sillier than I was. That explains why they decided to come here for the whole summer, in the heat of the moment. And why there's been so much talk lately about Rainbow Hill. Do you know what Rainbow Hill is? Oh, you don't know? It's a place that treats alcoholics and drug addicts from Hollywood. BRICK: I've never been to Hollywood. MARGARET: And thank God I'm not an addict. BRICK: Yet. Other than that, he's a good fit for Rainbow Hill. They'd love to get you there. But it'll have to be over my dead body. But they'd like my dead body, too, just as long as they get you there. Then your brother will be the loan officer and give us a lump sum to help us out of poverty, or else he'll take us into his custody, and we'll need his signature on every cheque. Son of a bitch! Oh, what a son of a bitch! How do you like that, honey? And you just go out of your way to make sure it's just the way they say it is. You quit your job, you're a professional drunk. And you broke your leg yesterday at the stadium. What were you doing there? Taking the hurdles!? It's 2:00 in the morning. That's amazing! But it made the paper, "Last night there was a demonstration at Glorious Hill College Stadium by a former athlete who couldn't tackle the first hurdle because he wasn't in the best shape." Your Brother Hooper assures me that he used all his influence to keep this news from reaching the national press via A.P. or U.P.I., damn it! You're the one reading all this nonsense. But you know, Brick, you have one huge advantage! [happy hand holder devider] From time to time, we send special emails or offers from 3rd party websites to readers who chose to opt-in. We hope you find them useful. To ensure you keep receiving our emails, be sure to [whitelist us](. © 2022 Happy Hand Holder. All Rights Reserved[.]( 100 Cummings Center Suite 109D, Beverly, MA 01915 [Privacy Policy]( | [Terms & Conditions]( | [Unsubscribe]( [happy hand holder logo](