That horrible woman from next door had left a basket on his porch. Suspecting it might be someone’s head, Chet was shocked to find it filled with bags of beans and rice and vegetables from her garden. “I’m none too fond of your kids climbing in my magnolia tree,” the note said, “and I think you know full well that your fence is over the property line to my side, but the stamps run out by Week 3 (goddamn government) and there ain’t no reason to starve. Gotta have food for the fight.” At the bottom, the old bat had scratched, “We ain’t never gonna speak of this.” Chet swallowed a lump that had formed in his throat without his permission.
Posted on: Thu, 05 Sep 2013 11:30:03 +0000
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