Buglar

The grandmother, Baby Suggs, was dead, and the sons, Howard and Buglar, had run away by the time they were thirteen years old -- as soon as merely looking in a mirror shattered it (that was the signal for Buglar); as soon as two tiny band prints appeared in the cake (that was it for Howard).

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Following Friday's offering at the Terrace of "braised peas", today we can go for "Vegetable Satay with Buglar Wheat".

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Following Friday's offering at the Terrace of "braised peas", today we can go for "Vegetable Satay with Buglar Wheat".

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Neither Howard nor Buglar would let me near them, not even to touch their hair.

Beloved Morrison, Toni 1987

Helped her endure the chastising ghost; refurbished the baby faces of Howard and Buglar and kept them whole in the world because in her dreams she saw only their parts in trees; and kept her husband shadowy but there -- somewhere.

Beloved Morrison, Toni 1987

Boys younger than Buglar and Howard; configurations and blends of families of women and children, while elsewhere, solitary, hunted and hunting for, were men, men, men.

Beloved Morrison, Toni 1987

Buglar and Howard grew furious at the company of the women in the house, and spent in sullen reproach any time they had away from their odd work in town carrying water and feed at the stables.

Beloved Morrison, Toni 1987

The grandmother, Baby Suggs, was dead, and the sons, Howard and Buglar, had run away by the time they were thirteen years old -- as soon as merely looking in a mirror shattered it (that was the signal for Buglar); as soon as two tiny hand prints appeared in the cake (that was it for Howard).

Beloved Morrison, Toni 1987

When I put that headstone up I wanted to lay in there with you, put your head on my shoulder and keep you warm, and I would have if Buglar and Howard and Denver didn't need me, because my mind was homeless then.

Beloved Morrison, Toni 1987