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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 10 of 307 this can lead to trouble but otherwise it's as harmless as playing Sudoku. I left the desktop of his flat screens exactly as I first encountered them and sat down in one of the two crumbling easy chairs. The curtains in'his single wide were drawn closed, presumably to keep out the screaming Sanpete sun. They were some kind of thick orange material, strangely embroidered with a pattern that might once have looked liked birds, before decades of filtering cigarette smoke had left them so uniformly dull that no pattern could be discerned at all. With the sun pounding through them, they cast an eerie orange glow over the entire room. He had a shelf under his TV that held his DVD collection. I am not exaggerating when I say that the collection was almost •entirely made up of Clint Eastwood movies. There were a few with Charles Bronson. It dawned on me\ that I might have been wrong about his actually having been a cop. He might have simply always wanted to be a cop but the booze battle could have kept that out of his grips. I decided to quit snooping and wait for him to return in the flesh to his castle under the rock quarry. I grabbed the copy of the Sanpete Messenger he had sitting on his coffee table and leaned back to enjoy the local news. Five minutes later the front door of the domicile opened and in stepped Steve. He was old. And he smelled. This is not |