Michael Malone - Weebly

these days. No one wore them anymore. Ransom let it
fall into the pocket of his gray trousers. He rapped the
yellow Kodak tube against the windowpane. Suppose
Priss, standing at the door of the Saab station wagon,
looked up and assumed he was surreptitiously watching
her.
Instinctively he stepped back, though he knew she
could not see him. He waited until her car was gone.
Then he took the corner of the film and pulled,
stretching out his arms until the black strip reached
across the width of the sunny window.
chapter 48
Amber gleamed in wood grain as sun splintered in
the old glass. "Keep your wrist loose. Right. Right. Ah,
too bad. Close though." In the billiards room of the
Dingley Club, old William Bredforet was delighted to
have someone to play with. Even a novice like Ruth
Deeds, who confessed that she hadn't practiced once
since he'd first taught her how as a child. There was
rarely anyone to join him in a game these days. Place
was practically deserted. Gloomy as the Tombs. He