Michael Malone - Weebly

Lord love us, I come from a long line of dead drunks,
God rest them. I won't touch a thing but beer."
"How's it going, Joe? Hot enough?"
"Yes, Joe has practically got heat whatchacallit,
prostate. A man his size really suffers in this kind of
heat, don't you, honey? I told him, come on, we'll just
walk down to Fred's and cool off with a beer, because
if a fifteen-year-old boy can't even baby-sit his own
little brothers one Friday night in his lifetime, if you can
believe that, then I wish I'd had all girls, and I know I've
said so a thousand times. But it would have been nice
just once in a while to have pulled open a diaper
without getting a squirt in the eye. Excuse me, Lime.
Joe, tell Lime he'll have to excuse me. I'm just a little bit
snockered. Anyhow, it must be the heat. And all those
beers. But come on, sit down and join in, Lime. 'It's
Friday night and I just got paid. Fool about my
money…'" Sarah began to snap her fingers and sing,
grinning around the booth at her husband and at their
friend Wanda Tojek.
"Thanks anyhow, but I guess I'll just catch the
Yankees on the tube over there. Everybody take it