“That’s alright.” Rick shrugged fatalistically. XXX He stacked the cases of beer on his fat bob gas tanks. He was rewarded for his efforts when he found a half-full package of chewing gum. Rick had learned in Nam that shit happens, you handled it and you survived with the least amount of hassle you could get away with. He was growing more irritated and bored with the waiting; he glanced back toward the house, but he heard nothing promising a diversion from that quarter. I’m going to have to make a beer run soon.”
“Why don’t you take her to the store, Slick.” Larry said pointedly. He was taking off his riding gloves as he walked in. He looked appraisingly at Michelle again; he’d left his supportive statement purposely vague, but he
