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Show Night Keys/9 Dollar leaned his face into the lamplight. "They came after me one time. I like to shit a brick. Came up snarling. Teeth, teeth and more teeth. I hollered, but there wasn't anybody. It was late at night. Didn't have no billyclub. But I had me a wrench. I was working on a trailer. I whacked the side of a boat and hollered. Whooee. You know you got to make a noise. Then this little pup run out from under the trailer and run off with the momma. It was a bitch, see?" Harris grinned. "A real bitch." "It was my boat," Dollar said. "I almost caved the hull in. The company wouldn't appreciate me caving in one of theirs. But listen here. You can get just about anything fixed out here if you work it right." "I'm thinking about getting a boat," Harris said. Dollar eased back from the light. "You're a college man, huh? Whereabouts?1 "I'm working on it," Harris said. "What kind of boat?" "I don't know. A big one. Maybe take her from New Orleans down to the Carribean. All the way around to the Florida Keys. Then on down. The Virgin Islands." "Who? You ain't going to make it on this shit. Mr. Police. What do they pay you?" "Not enough," Harris said. "I got a boat. I was in the Navy, see? Worth twice what I paid for it. Better than that. You can pick up your upholstery out here for nothing. What are you going to do, smuggle cocaine?" Harris grinned. "Do I look like a cocaine smuggler?" He took a sip of Dollar's whiskey and set it back. "I got a girl in New Orleans. We just need |
