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Show Night Keys/3 to drink?" Harris glared. "I'm twenty-two." Dollars eyebrows rose. "Well excuse me." He stretched, swung away from the desk, stood and sidestepped Harris in the narrow space. Pushing the door open he turned to glance down at Harris again. "Now what's Clyde gone and done?" he said softly. "You want me to come around?" "What for?" "Nothing. I've been seeing a lot of those dogs." "Dogs?" Dollar's eyes wandered, wide-eyed. He laughed but thought a moment, "That's all right. You better hold the fort down here." The tractor-trailer rumbled in and around the apron towards the gas pumps on the other side of the plant. Harris locked the main gates but left the personnel gate open. Dear Genie. I have been trying to answer your letter, but I have been really busy. Not for the whole two months. The turkeys at your temporary address returned my first letter unopened. It sounded like New Orleans is working out all right for you. If I could spell or even pronounce your Aunt Edna's last name I would try to get your new address through her. Are you seeing anybody? Genie, about my not going to your mother's funeral. I just got tired of funerals I guess. It seemed like for the whole last year we lived together all we did was go to funerals. Well, enough said. I have been out to the lake a lot. It isn't the same without you. With what was left of Dad's money I bought an old Buick and |