Pretty girls blogspot
The garbage men? I said. Ninety-eight percent of them. At the time I think they were making a buck and a quarter an hour and no overtime. Mix stayed with them all that summer. He slept in their houses, ate with them, and walked the picket line with them. He hated it because he always likedthe best hotels and the best restaurants, and carrying a sign in a picket line when the temperatures a hundred and three degrees was his idea of no fun. But he madeNewsweek andTime and the network newscasts were carrying him as though he were sponsored by Exxon. Mason, acting the part said expansively,Sure, sine. If you want it, go right ahead. What do you mean? It was a peremptory dismissal, rude in its curtness, arrogant in its phrasing, and delivered in a tone that is usually reserved for dismissing army privates, indentured servants, and maybe even rotten little kids. Then do you admit that you picked up the defendant after she tried to steal… ? Forty-five strong, the incoming class was looking spit-and-polished and serious and focused and grateful for this amazing, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity with a world-class organization, blah, blah, blah. Ill do that. Died a couple of years ago in an old folks home down in Savannah. Somehow he gets one of the niggers to bring him a jug. Old Cabin Still, I hear. Pays the nigger twenty dollars. Maybe twenty-five. Theyre not sure cause the nigger lied, of course. Well, Shortyd been off the booze for a couple of years on account of his heart, but he gets this fifth and drinks her down in a couple of hours and then passes out and dies dead drunk and probably happy. What? Im quite certain you didnt want to consult me about that, Mason said. Theres a noise back here somewhere, Vanessa said from the rear seat. Its Dino. He didnt sound happy. What color is it? Thethump-thump beats of the chopper blades, the swirl of heated desert air, the taste of red sand in his mouth along with the biting fumes of aviation fuel in his bloody nostrils. None of those things should happen while youre dying, because dying was enough of a bitch. Devine watched Tapshaw stiffen as a bullet went into her back, traversed her thin torso, and exited out her chest. In his wounded, muddled state, Devine thought he could see the bullet in midair. The round smacked into the wall and stayed there. Its fairly dark in here. Mason said. Even with daylight saving time, its rather late. Be careful. She hesitated, then said,All right, its a deal. It was the next morning. They got that from a powder pattern, I presume, Mason said...