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Show City Motel 120 So, where Harold Jackson had once enjoyed consolation in enterprise, he now found misery. Tired of nettles and barbs, he went off the deep end for a few days, disguised himself as an Old World organ grinder, and played the hurdy gurdy at the local shopping mall. "Give to charity," his sandwich board read, not mentioning why he needed donations. After that episode, he started to wear strange hats and green bow ties around the neighborhood. He often forgot to zip up his fly. "He used to be so distinguished," his neighbors whispered to each other. Angus discussed the problem with his wife, June, and the very next day, June spent the morning sewing with her mother-in-law. "You and Harold need to see the world, Eva." " I ' ve been to Yellowstone three or four times. Who needs more than that, June?" "Haven't you ever wanted to expand your horizons, Eva, to travel and have new experiences?" "I'm happy where I am, June. I've got my home and Harold." June cleared her throat. "I don't know how much longer you'll have either, Eva. Folks a"e pretty heated up about the gold machine." June opened her purse and pulled out a plastic credit card. She took Eva's needle out of her hand, poked i t into the pillow case that she was embroidering and set the case on the arm of the chair. "Here's a l i t t l e something from me and Angus. Use i t , Eva. Here's your big chance." |
