“Sure. I’m basically a summer person who hasn’t been around for awhile … which means I don’t have many folks to talk to, anyway.” There was Bill Dean, of course, but I could keep quiet around him. Not that he wouldn’t know. If this little lady thought the locals weren’t going to find out about her daughter’s attempt to get to the beach by shank’s mare, she was fooling herself. “I think we’ve been noticed already, though. Take a look up at Brooksie’s Garage. Peek, don’t stare.”
Source: Bag of Bones ▫𓂃
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