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Show Go Love/127 drinker, full of jokes and lies like the time his co-worker at Chesapeake Electric got sideways on a light pole, into the hot wire, so this maris shoes get blown a hundred feet into the sky and came flittering down like two crows Two crows-Bold says to cheers a drink. Tough man yaps at Uncle Bold from Lara's lap. "He's in shock," O.W says. "Is he?" I ask. Renee goes to the bathroom down the hall, passing each of our Senior High School photographs, the jumbo versions that Mama has hung one beside the other, me looking like who I used to be. Jimmy's the same, sweet and true, but Trace's changed most dramatically, still a shade of blue beneath the rouge "Grampa? Is he Mama's doggy?" Aunt Judy guides Bold to the couch. Evidence of my mother is everywhere to see, though O..W.'s clearly run the vacuum, and tried to dust, maybe. My stomach turns again when I picture what Renee's likely to find in the bathroom, anything at all's possible, they've lived ramshackle, Mama and O.W "How you been Joey? "Fine Bold How about you." "I had a heart attack." "You?" "Yea. I got a dickey ticker. Nice hotel. That dark woman's a looker " Renee floats back up the dark hallway We nod. Some guy's trying to guess the price tag of the big roomful of prizes, including jet skis and a |