Entrapment And Other Writings (2011) - Plot & Excerpts
That day so still so burning By the brought-down look of that gas-plate trap you’d scarcely have guessed it was the best deal we’d had yet. Everybody in LA was driving convertibles and us two fools thinking if a place had a rag carpet it had true class. This place had a carpet and cups, too. I was glad not to have to drink out of that shaving mug any more. I got a job car-hopping but Daddy is too hard of hearing to do much along those lines himself. His right ear is as good as anyone’s, but the left is the one the guard at Industrial bust. What Daddy is best at is just hanging around the house in his tattery shorts with a stick of tea in his teeth. Now and then he’d make a deal with a Mexican for half a can of backyard tea, double-wrap it and sell it to some other hill-billy as the pure Panama. That way we’d catch up on the rent and have enough left for a bottle of gin. Other times people paid Daddy off in a pair of two-tone shoes the wrong size or a wristwatch with a home-made hairspring for me.
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