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.