Slow Dollar
Slow Dollar
“I pushed the candle over to the side while Dwight ordered a Dos Equis for himself and a frozen margarita for me. There were years that I couldn’t face them, but I tried one again last spring and it was so refreshing that it’s back in the lineup now. Dwight likes burritos or chiles rellenos. I usually get the taco salad with extra guacamole. (I might not have been tempted had the serpent offered me an apple, but if it’d been an avocado, don’t bet the Garden.) I was concerned about Stevie, but he...’s a basically sensible kid and maybe when he’d had a chance to think about it, he’d realize that murder isn’t a game where you get to decide what to tell and what to withhold, especially when it’s the murder of a cousin. And even though he didn’t yet know Brazos Hartley was a cousin, blood still counts for something in our family.
“So,” I said to Dwight as our drinks came, “how come you’re not out with Sylvia tonight?”
He shrugged.MoreLess
“So,” I said to Dwight as our drinks came, “how come you’re not out with Sylvia tonight?”
He shrugged.MoreLess
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