“"Did anyone else call? I was expecting another call." "Just this. Unless they called while I was off paying those goddamned fines for you." Holman put the slip of paper into his pocket. "I'm gonna need the car again tomorrow." "Don't say anything to Gail, for Christ's sake." Holman didn't bother answering. He went upstairs, turned on the television, and waited for the eleven o'clock news. The television was a small American brand that was twenty years out of date. The picture wavered with hazy ...ghosts. Holman fought with the antennas trying to make the ghosts go away, but they didn't. They grew worse. Chapter 12 THE NEXT MORNING, Holman climbed out of bed at a quarter past five. His back hurt from the crappy mattress and a fitful night's sleep. He decided he either had to sandwich a board between the mattress and springs or pull the mattress onto the floor. The beds at Lompoc were better. He went down for a paper and chocolate milk, then returned to his room to read the newspaper accounts of last night's developments.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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