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Show Acting Alone Page 130 cornered and started being real mean. "I don't know but what you wasn't payin any attention, honey, but the G-men come to me this mornin." Shannon knew she shouldn't say it before she said it, but still she said it because Sammy would have said it: "In a vision?" "I'm bein serious now!" screamed Auntie. "Okay. Me too. I heard the helicopter. Everybody in Kiev did, Auntie." "Yeah, well they brung me a folder. A what-you-call dossy-yayer. Jam full of criminal stuff about your big old boyfriend out there. A dossy-yayer put together by official goverment agencies." "Put together by who? What kind of agencies?" Auntie went real smug. "I am not at liberties to foreclose that information." "Auntie, are you sure they're real G-guys? Did you ask for pitcher I.D.? Sammy never done anything bad in his whole life. He's too lazy. Anybody can rent them a helicopter and phony up pitcher I.D., and -" "Honey, you wrong about that. They got some real bad socialistical humanist stuff on that Edwine character. And, whether you want it or not, I'm here to show you it. If you love him you better stop now, cause Spikey and his military-guy social club is gonna have his fat old carcass out of this town by nighttime." Shannon looked at the big color picture. "Oh, look how cute he was!" "Just look at that pornographical sign he's holdin." "'Pat sucks "I can read, girl. I can read." |