Michael Malone - Weebly

whether he cared if he were an outsider or not; but he
did know he didn't want to be out there, looking in with
Limus Barnum.
"These snoots wouldn't tell you if your coat was on
fire, A.A. No way they can hush it all up about the
Abernathys though. Huh? You hear about that? I hear
she skedaddled with some hippie college prof.
That's the kind of guy we got teaching kids in
college these days.
Make you sick, doesn't it? Guess old Abernathy
wasn't giving her enough of what she wanted, huh?"
"Couldn't say." (Society is a sewered conduit.)
"You could tell, that lady was hot to trot, couldn't
you, huh?"
Cornered, Hayes broke out from behind his desk
on which the appliances dealer was seated, by one
buttock, a tasseled loafer swinging to and fro like a
shoe store sign. He felt asphyxiated by Barnum's
presence. "I'm a little pressed for time," he said, though
it was space really. "Something in particular, Lime?"
Hayes offered the nickname as compensation for
wanting to pitch the man out a window.