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Show 95 king mackerel, good decent work in the open air. I mean, I know it's something I'd be good at. Then the conversation drifts into women, like it always does, and that makes me think about Donny again, and I'm wondering where he is and why he isn't eating when suddenly he's sitting down next to me and unwrapping a tuna fish sandwich. Bill Ferguson is telling a story about some sweet-mouthed cosmetologist down in Lima and what she did for him three times in one night, and old Marv Jacobs says he always did wonder what that word meant and was glad to find out even if it was too late to do him any good. But Frank Joad, who's a grandfather himself, says hell, you're never too old. "Had a woman tell me once that she liked old men and fat men the best because they tried harder and appreciated it more." Then Ferguson, who's a tough punk but dumb, says, "Hey Donny, is that true? Do the ladies get all damp just waiting to climb up on your big belly?" Most of the time that would have got a laugh, even from Donny, but I could tell from Donny's face which was puffy and red, and the way he puts down his sandwich on the table, that this time what it's going to get Ferguson is trouble. "Shut your hole, you slob," says Donny. "Hey look who's calling who . . . " was as far as Ferguson got, I'm surprised he got that far, before Donny just reached across the table and punched him a good one on the ear. And it shut him up all right, although he still looked like he was ready to fight until Donny put up his hand showing it was over. I guess the others must |
