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linghrensheng
Joined: 25 Jun 2012
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"A redhaired girl named Velma who used to work in Jordan high heels your place on Central Avenue."
"Yeah." She used her second drink. I went over and stood the bottle on an end beside her. She reached for it. "Yeah. Who you say you was?"
I took out a card and gave it to her. She read it with her tongue and lips, dropped it on a table beside her and set her empty glass on it.
"Oh, a private guy. You ain't said that, mister." She Jordan Heels waggled a finger at me with gay reproach. "But your liquor says you're an all right guy at that. Here's to crime." She poured a third drink for herself and drank it down.
I sat down and rolled a cigarette around in my fingers and waited. She either knew something or she didn't. If the knew something, she either would tell me or she wouldn't. It was that simple.
"Cute little redhead," she said Nike High Heels slowly and thickly. "Yeah, I remember her. Song and dance. Nice legs and generous with 'em. She went off somewheres. How would I know what them tramps do?"
"Well, I didn't really think you would know," I said. "But it was natural to come and ask you, Mrs. Florian. Help rourseif to the whiskey-I could run out for more when we need it."
"You ain't drinkin'," she said suddenly.
I put my hand around my Air Jordan Heels glass and swallowed what was in it slowly enough to make it seem more than it was.
"Where's her folks at?" she asked suddenly.
"What does that matter?"
"Okey," she sneered. "All cops is the same. Okey, handsome. A guy that buys me a drink is a pal." She reached for the bottle and set up Number 4. "I shouldn't ought to barber with you. But when I like a guy, the ceiling's the limit." nike jordan heels She simpered. She was as cute as a washtub. "Hold onto your hair and don't step on no snakes," she said. "I got me an idea."
She got up out of the rocker, sneezed, almost lost the bathrobe, slapped it back against her stomach and stared at me coldly.
"No peekin'," she said, and went out of the room again, hitting the door frame with her shoulder.
I heard her fumbling steps going into the Birkenstock Sandals back part of the house.
The poinsettia shoots tap-tapped dully against the front wall. The clothes line creaked vaguely at the side of the house. The ice cream peddler went by ringing his bell. The big new handsome radio in the corner whispered of dancing and love with a deep soft throbbing note like the catch in a torch singer's voice.
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