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Show •239 turned white and opened his mouth to yell but Morgan yanked fiercely at the wheel and missed him. An old pink Cadillac backed out across our path; she slammed on the brakes. We skidded and tapped his rear bumper as we stopped. Morgan burst into tears. "Oh shit!" The Cadillac driver was a big man with a loose belly; he leaned down to her window. "Don't take on like that, little lady.' No damage. But you should go a little slower in parking lots, huh?" "How are you Mr. McKinley?" I said. He leaned further down to see who I was. "I know you, do I?" "Adam Skinner's son Buck," I said. He shook his head. "I thought you was older." "That's Jacob. I'm 3uck. Your son Woody and I were friends in high school." "You ain't been around here for a while," he said. "Ten years almost. How's Woody these days? What's he doing now?" McKinley shook his head again, sadly. "Woody died last yeaor. " I leaned past Morgan to see him better. "What?" "Yeah. It is kind of a conversation-stopper, ain't it." "How did it happen?" I said. |