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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 15 of 307 "Two of them. The two that need fingerprints have to wait until after I get my fingers printed at the•County Building today." "Good. You ready to start on this stuff or what?" I didn't really know what stuff he meant, but he had offered me a "billable hours rate" that was outstanding, and the sooner I could start logging those bad boys down, the better everyone's life was going to be. Well, maybe not everyone's but I had such economic insecurity that even my ulcers had ulcers. "Yeah, I can start now, but I gotta be down in Manti at two for those finger prints." "That's fine. I'll put the coffee on and we can get started." I jumped into the shower. I was not looking forward to eating anything that came out of his kitchen so I made a quick egg sandwich and hopped in my car. , As I bounced down the dirt road between Mt. Pleasant and Fairview that led to his hovel under the rock quarry, I remembered he'd said something about putting the coffee on. I could tell that while he was able to find out a lot about me, he olid not know everything. He could guess that I am a member of The Church That Shall Not Be Named. Then again, most of the members of my church would have been scared off by the "coffee drinkers preferred" part of his ad. It was clear to me, that for whatever reason, he did not want to work with a member of my excellent church. Then |