Michael Malone - Weebly

Taiwan whorehouse and on black market bargains—on
a digital watch, a tape deck, a kilo of grass, a carved
ivory ball, and a suede jacket. What cash was left he'd
shoved, with a grimace of disgust, into the hands of an
old scarecrow woman who was squatting in a road near
Dak To, brushing flies off a scrawny dead baby. He
had subsequently regretted that such an impulse had
seized him, since now he was a married man and could
have used the money, which in any case had probably
been stolen from the woman either before or after she
too died. The money would have come in handy, for
until his arrest made him a dishwasher for the state,
Henry had been for the most part unemployed, a state
highway cancellation. Unlike the Grabaskis, he had not
found work in Astor Heights because Carl Marco,
himself a veteran of an earlier war, would not hire
anyone with a less than honorable discharge.
A third trailer, a double-wide Silver Dream, was
missing one of its residents. There were only five
Treecas in it now, because Raoul was in the Argyle
Hospital orthopedic ward with both his legs up on
pulleys. He'd been laid off anyhow, so being laid up