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Show City Motel 129 "Well," Mrs. Jackson said, "I'm tired of dishes, and I don't want to clean one more room. I do have a seed pearl bracelet i f you're interested." "How about secretarial or waitressing?" she asked. "I've got enough jewelry." "I'm not fast with my head or feet anymore," Mrs. Jackson sighed. "And what can you do, Mr. Jackson?" "Absolutely nothing!" He started to laugh. In fact he kept laughing until Eva began to look a b i t worried. "Harold!" she said as i f she were a ventriloquist. " I don't have anything for you," he said to the manager and laughed until he bent over with i t . "I don't have anything you can take away from me either." He dangled the keys out to her, keys to his old Dodge with the grinding transmission. He held up the credit card that would expire the following week, and he s t i l l laughed. "Then I can see that I've got just the place for you," the motel manager said as her fingers fingered the key in her cleavage. "Come with me." And the Jackson's followed, Harold s t i l l laughing. |