One thing I take into account, though, is that my ole lady always wants my blood to run cold; she bawls more convincingly the longer I know her, because my blood-freezing threshold goes up. This far down the road, she even fucken hyperventilates. My blood is icy.
'Oh, Vernon, we're really going to have to pull together now.'
'Momma, calm down - is it about the gun?'
Her eyes brighten for a moment. 'Well no, actually they found nine guns on Saturday - Bar-B-Chew Barn disqualified the prize winners for planting guns along the route, there's all kinds of hell to pay in town today.'
'So what's the problem?'
She sets up bawling again. 'I went to cash the investment this morning, and the company was gone.'
'Lally's investment?'capacitive dual sim
'I've been calling Leona's all day, but he's not there …'
This so-called investment was with one of those companies with names chained together, like 'Rechtum, Gollblatter, Pubiss & Crotsch'. If you want to know who the real psychos are, take any guy who names a business to sound like a lawyer's company, and is still surprised when folk won't turn their back to him.
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