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honest labor, earning one's position, etc. Which was why Brandon was stuck in this miserable little town in this vile branch with dim-witted coworkers and a piddling salary that wasn't going to cover the damn car payment much longer. His father was more than capable of leaving him to rot for years.
The secretary's tits shrank until they resembled the deflated bags on Miss Una's chest. Her firm buttocks spread until they were as wide as Johnna Mae Nookim's rear end. Her bright eyes turned to Sherman Oliver's vaguely unfocused gape. The glare of the television lights went black.
He could expose the crime, but he was likely to get no more than a pat on the head and a notation in his file. The loan company would get his car. There was a second option. The perpetrator had been stashing away money for a very long time. Perhaps it could be shared -- with the one person who knew exactly what was going on and was willing to stay quiet as long as he could drive his Mercedes and dress well.
It wouldn't do to be overly demanding. But it would do quite well to be firm about it, to make it clear that the embezzlement would remain a secret only as long as he was willing to keep his mouth shut. Once he'd decided he would prefer weekly payments, Brandon picked up a pen and began to compose a letter. It was definitely not the sort one dictated to a secretary.
5
The Closed sign stayed on the door of Ruby Bee's Bar and Grill for five days straight. In the beginning, a few of the good ol' boys strolled in just like always, and promptly found themselves right back in the parking lot, their ears stinging and their faces hotter than a bushel of red beets. Not one of them tried it twice.
Which isn't to say all was dark and empty within the hallowed confines. Not by a long shot. All sorts of activity seemed to emanate from the pink building, causing the good ol' boys to scratch their heads and wonder what the hell was goin' on and how they were supposed to have a beer and a plate lunch if the bar was closed, God damn it.
Carolyn McCoy-Grunders's car stayed parked by the door for the most part, although at midnight or so it might be seen around back in front of unit #2. Dahlia O'Neill waddled across the road to the Kwik-Screw every now and then, clutching a shopping list that included such odd things as peanut butter and masking tape. Ruby Bee came and went, as did Estelle (when she could get away from the demands of the beauty parlor). On the second day, Elsie McMay was spotted marching through the door, along with Joyce Lambertino, whose husband Larry Joe was the shop teacher at the high school and also a member of the town council. But when he was asked what was going on, he could only shrug and mumble something about how he and Joyce weren't exactly talking to each other these days. Or nights, for that matter.
Johnna Mae Nookim was rumored to be in there too. The two hippie women from the Emporium started coming by in the evenings. Earl Buchanon's wife, a.k.a. Kevin Buchanon's mother, may have been there, but when anybody tried to ask him if she was, Earl was meaner than a snake with a knot in its tall. Millicent McIlhaney and Edwina Spitz were seen at the door, along with Millicent's daughter Darla Jean, who reputedly looked a little pissed about being dragged along. By the third day, all sorts of mothers, daughters, wives, widows, and spinsters were showing up at various hours. It was starting to look as though half the womenfolk of Maggody were spending a goodly amount of time there -- and they were refusing to say one word about what they were doing.
Lottie Estes told Miss Una that, in her opinion, whatever was going on in there was the work of Satan hisself. Miss Una felt it prudent to agree, although she wasn't real sure Lottie wasn't experiencing those hot flashes again, when she went on and on about how every man in the county was scheming to rape her. Miss Una always found that pretty darn difficult to
The secretary's tits shrank until they resembled the deflated bags on Miss Una's chest. Her firm buttocks spread until they were as wide as Johnna Mae Nookim's rear end. Her bright eyes turned to Sherman Oliver's vaguely unfocused gape. The glare of the television lights went black.
He could expose the crime, but he was likely to get no more than a pat on the head and a notation in his file. The loan company would get his car. There was a second option. The perpetrator had been stashing away money for a very long time. Perhaps it could be shared -- with the one person who knew exactly what was going on and was willing to stay quiet as long as he could drive his Mercedes and dress well.
It wouldn't do to be overly demanding. But it would do quite well to be firm about it, to make it clear that the embezzlement would remain a secret only as long as he was willing to keep his mouth shut. Once he'd decided he would prefer weekly payments, Brandon picked up a pen and began to compose a letter. It was definitely not the sort one dictated to a secretary.
5
The Closed sign stayed on the door of Ruby Bee's Bar and Grill for five days straight. In the beginning, a few of the good ol' boys strolled in just like always, and promptly found themselves right back in the parking lot, their ears stinging and their faces hotter than a bushel of red beets. Not one of them tried it twice.
Which isn't to say all was dark and empty within the hallowed confines. Not by a long shot. All sorts of activity seemed to emanate from the pink building, causing the good ol' boys to scratch their heads and wonder what the hell was goin' on and how they were supposed to have a beer and a plate lunch if the bar was closed, God damn it.
Carolyn McCoy-Grunders's car stayed parked by the door for the most part, although at midnight or so it might be seen around back in front of unit #2. Dahlia O'Neill waddled across the road to the Kwik-Screw every now and then, clutching a shopping list that included such odd things as peanut butter and masking tape. Ruby Bee came and went, as did Estelle (when she could get away from the demands of the beauty parlor). On the second day, Elsie McMay was spotted marching through the door, along with Joyce Lambertino, whose husband Larry Joe was the shop teacher at the high school and also a member of the town council. But when he was asked what was going on, he could only shrug and mumble something about how he and Joyce weren't exactly talking to each other these days. Or nights, for that matter.
Johnna Mae Nookim was rumored to be in there too. The two hippie women from the Emporium started coming by in the evenings. Earl Buchanon's wife, a.k.a. Kevin Buchanon's mother, may have been there, but when anybody tried to ask him if she was, Earl was meaner than a snake with a knot in its tall. Millicent McIlhaney and Edwina Spitz were seen at the door, along with Millicent's daughter Darla Jean, who reputedly looked a little pissed about being dragged along. By the third day, all sorts of mothers, daughters, wives, widows, and spinsters were showing up at various hours. It was starting to look as though half the womenfolk of Maggody were spending a goodly amount of time there -- and they were refusing to say one word about what they were doing.
Lottie Estes told Miss Una that, in her opinion, whatever was going on in there was the work of Satan hisself. Miss Una felt it prudent to agree, although she wasn't real sure Lottie wasn't experiencing those hot flashes again, when she went on and on about how every man in the county was scheming to rape her. Miss Una always found that pretty darn difficult to
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