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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 11 of 307 terribly fair of me. I could.tell you that he was smiling and greeted me with his hand extended to shake mine but I was still annoyed by the little presentation he had left me to discover. Regardless, I stood up and we shook hands. He was wearing Sanpete chic. That's Wrangler denim and one of those check pattern shirts that all the men around here wear. I confess that I too dress this way but only because I work very hard at trying to fit in. He also had on the mandatory farm boots everyone around here wears. They were covered with grass and alfalfa. He smelled like a horse that drank and smoked. His eyes were far friendlier than I had expected. "Sorry to make you wait." "No, problem." I was holding the Messenger in my left hand and motioned with it a little. "I had time to catch up on this week's turkey napping." "What? What turkey napping?" It was hardly worth explaining. Not-Funny Nephi often makes jokes that others don't get, "Manti High kids released a bunch of turkeys at the North Sanpete track meet." "Damn kids. Every year. They don't get that each one of those birds is money. You know, if North Sanpete would just let me set up a camera array in that parking lot we could stop that whole thing." Steve sat down in the chair in front of the flat |
