Michael Malone - Weebly

"Just drink me a beer. I can't afford Scotch."
"Write a book, Fred. There's a book in you waiting,
I can hear it hollering to have its sentence commuted.
'Let me out of here.'"
"You know, Hayes, I bet you and Hines would get
along like a house on fire. You want to meet him, see
him dance? Why don't you and him write a book?"
"Oh, we've written lots already—me and old black
Hines. Ever hear of Faulkner?"
"Yeah, I've heard the name. Wrote Westerns, didn't
he?"
"Well. There you go."
chapter 29
Because Evelyn Troyes had searched everywhere
without success for a Bach, Beethoven, or even a
Brahms, the Dingley Falls ladies arrived at the loft in
Sheridan Square only as the big event began.
They found the whitewashed, bare-beamed room
crowded with lovers of cinematography—and of the
cinematographer, Marjorem Harfleur, feminist writer,
director, producer, and star of A Day in the Bed of an