Olivia and Lucille threaded their way through the crowd and claimed a table normally reserved for the bus tubs. Olivia stuck the tubs in the kitchen, then rejoined her mother at the table. “Is she this pushy at home?” Jameso asked from behind the bar. “Worse,” Lucille said. “She badgered me into coming here tonight.” “At least she’s good for something.” “How’s Maggie?” Lucille asked. “Maggie is . . . hormonal.” He shook his head. “I’ve learned to keep my head down and say, ‘Yes, ma’am.’ ” “Smart man.” They ordered beers, then turned to the stage, where Bob was fiddling with a mike stand. “Is this thing on?” he asked. A chorus of yeses answered him. He slid one of the bar stools closer to the microphone and settled on to it. “I guess I’m supposed to get this competition started, so here goes. This story is about the haunted mine.” A hushed anticipation settled over the crowd. Bob started off in a conversational tone. “Some people think of mines as holes in the ground you take rocks out of.
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