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Show page 84 and to let Ruby Chain donate the remainder of it to the local chapter of Freedom of Choice." "There is a considerable number of people on the hustle in this town," Lattimore reflected, uncharitably. "We should view everyone involved in this case quite differently," said Farrell. "Neither the town nor the county has to bear the expense of any trial. Fad has to be honorably buried. And Ruby can be a living testimonial to our toxin's compassion." "You have a kind face," Flam," said the chief. "So do you, John," said the lawyer; "a face of kindness, and honor." Flam Farrell phoned Ruby Chain within the hour and explained his and Chief Lattimore's suggestion on use of the money. "I would like to see any donation made in the name of Charles Stillman," said Ruby. "Fad would like that." Farrell counseled otherwise, explaining that there was no legal basis to assume that the money ever belonged to or was destined for Charles Stillman. "But Charles would appreciate your sentiments," he added. Charles "Fad" Stillman had always impressed Flam Farrell the lawyer. Fad would come to Flam's house often to mow the grass,, clean the back yard, do other chores. He brought the language of the other side of town, and to Farrell this was alx*ays refreshing, another reminder of how certain of our people thought and lived. Fad was six feet six inches tall, weighed two hundred and sixty eight pounds, and his large hammy buttocks |
