Like Buddy's uniform, it was none too clean (thesummer people who came in probably failed to notice his hands). Wel , cheeryoh, mytey. I should havedone it before now. He was eager to get back to the garage, sign off on the truck, andget behind the wheel of his own F-150, which had air conditioning.
The water was about waist-deep, cooland almost refreshing now that I was used to it. That's quite a forecast,Vince. I hoped that we'd completed this chubby little fuck'sidea of the pleasantries. They don't have to know --I jerked my thumb over my shoulderat the Altima-- and Mattie doesn't have to know.
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