Booked to Die
“Carol was sitting by the bed reading Faulkner when I came in. I put Bobby’s books on the floor and pushed the bag containing her birthday present behind the stack.
“Hi,” she said. “What’s that you’ve got there?”
“Just some stuff for the evidence room. I didn’t want to leave it in that empty apartment.”
She came over and looked. “These are valuable?”
“Yeah, but this is all of it. The rest is like total junk.” I looked at my watch: it was one-fifteen. “What’re you still doing up?”
“Couldn’t sleep.... What’s your excuse?”
“Liftin‘ that barge. Totin’ that bale… payin‘ my debt to the company store.”
“So how was your day?”
“Ducky.”
“Did I ever tell you, Clifford, that the thing I love best about you is your communications skill? Did you go out to see Newton?”
“Uh-huh.”
She sighed and rolled her eyes. “And?”
“He’s gonna be my date at the policeman’s ball.”
“Wonderful. You girls will look great together.”
“Look, I’m sorry.MoreLess
“Hi,” she said. “What’s that you’ve got there?”
“Just some stuff for the evidence room. I didn’t want to leave it in that empty apartment.”
She came over and looked. “These are valuable?”
“Yeah, but this is all of it. The rest is like total junk.” I looked at my watch: it was one-fifteen. “What’re you still doing up?”
“Couldn’t sleep.... What’s your excuse?”
“Liftin‘ that barge. Totin’ that bale… payin‘ my debt to the company store.”
“So how was your day?”
“Ducky.”
“Did I ever tell you, Clifford, that the thing I love best about you is your communications skill? Did you go out to see Newton?”
“Uh-huh.”
She sighed and rolled her eyes. “And?”
“He’s gonna be my date at the policeman’s ball.”
“Wonderful. You girls will look great together.”
“Look, I’m sorry.MoreLess
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