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Show page 99 to concrete blocks. King miss four concrete blocks from his shed then. Your brother come alone one day early, rent boat, go to island maybe - he help build dam and lake, he love lake - then leave, come back next day with these two. Your woman, Miles, s i t in car with these two. You know. You come l a t e r , build big boat house and dock, marry woman working at joint in toxm. Blonde here in car, brunette in toxcn. Same x^oman. You know. You good man, Miles. You want these men dead? King k i l l them dead for you, Miles, f i f t y dollars each." Miles could not say exactly. He wiped his hands on his trousers. "A pack of c i g a r e t t e s , Mamie," he said,and broke the pack wide. He would not have leisure enough to smoke Durham again u n t i l the men l e f t . He liked Durham, the t r a n q u i l l i ty of rolling his own. Mamie's eyes narrowed. "Fifteen-sixteen years, Miles; sixteen, I think. I t e l l King." Both of them could hear King singing and preparing the noon meal in the kitchen, "Maybe when they r e t u r n , " Miles said quickly, emptied his beer and moved t o the door. It had a l l been sweet to the t a s t e, the waiting, too sweet to let King do i t. "Sixteen years Miles w a i t s , " Mamie said to an empty cafe. "Miles got long memory, like me." She listened to King's song and with the church fan swatted at f l i e s. In the sunlight Miles turned along a lakeside s t r e e t, walked one block, then right two, and came to a frame cottage. Cora was in the front room ironing, in shorts and h a l t e r . An e l e c t r i c fan was on the floor, i t s draft on her tanned legs. |
