Four Days With Hemingway's Ghost - Plot & Excerpts
Ernest said as I came up to them, “I want you to meet Jack Phelan. Jack, this is Josie Russell.” Holding onto his smile, he rose from his stool and offered me his hand. “Real good to meet you, Jack. I’ve heard a lot about you.” “It’s nice to meet you, too, Mister Russell.” “You can deep-six the Mister stuff, Jack. Please . . . just call me Joe or Josie.” “Okay, Joe,” I said as we both took our seats. “What’s my buddy here been telling you? I wasn’t gone very long. He couldn’t have torn me apart too badly.” “Heh, heh,” the longtime rumrunner chuckled. “No, it wasn’t Papa who filled me in. It was the main man upstairs.” Joe’s mention of “the main man” reminded me of my predicament yet again. Feeling that frame of darkness bordering my good mood again, I said, “Well, I certainly hope it wasn’t too bad.”
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