““You’re looking good,” Tammie said. “Thanks,” I said. “We’re going to live at Mother’s. You might as well drive us there. I can’t fight that eviction. Besides, who wants to stay where they’re not wanted?” “Tammie, I moved most of your things. They’re in cardboard cartons at my place.” “All right. Can I leave them there a while?” “Sure.” Then Tammie’s mother went to Denver, to see the sister, and the night she left I went to Tammie’s to get drunk. Tammie was on pills. I d...idn’t take any. When I got into the fourth 6-pack I said, “Tammie, I don’t see what you see in Bobby. He’s nothing.” She crossed her legs, and swung her foot back and forth. “He thinks his small talk is charming,” I said. She kept swinging her foot. “Movies, t.v., grass, comic books, dirty photos, that’s his gas tank.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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