read
write
members
about
account

 

datedatememberrandomsearch

March 30, 2003

Down in the hollow Dupree and Spook heard the arrhythmic, shuffle of Miss Lullabelle. As usual, she was humming GOD BLESS THE CHILD. They gave Lullabelle a wide berth knowing she was probably drunk.

It was Saturday night, the Eagle had flown Friday and she was carrying her patent leather purse. They knew she carried a tidy sum in that purse, less the cost of a pint, and that she could be persuaded to share her largess.

Just as likely there was a butcher knife in that purse and she tended to cut anybody fool enough to mess with her.