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He's dead," I said. " She exhaled smoke into the spinning circles of light and brushed a strand of hair out of her eye. " she said. " "He's been around here for years, except when he was in the marines. " "He tried to be one. He was so clumsy he'd usually knock the mark down before they could boost his wallet. He's a loser. " She hesitated. "I think maybe he was buying room keys and credit cards," she said. " "I'm talking about now. " "I heard he was a mule for Bubba Rocque," she said, and her voice fell to almost a whisper.
My husband can't stop being a homicide detective. When I try to hit on him, his attention is always somewhere else. " "Take up with a guy like myself. " "I don't know. " she said, and slipped her arms down my chest and pressed her breasts and stomach against me. I never had much luck at resisting her. She was truly beautiful to look at. We went into our bedroom, where the window fan hummed with a wet light, and she smiled at me while she undressed, then began singing, "Baby love, my baby love, oh how I need you, my baby love…" She sat on top of me, with her heavy breasts close to my face, put her fingers in my hair, and looked into my eyes with her gentle and loving face.
He turned his face from side to side each time he placed a bottle in the cooler in case one of them should explode. "I gotta get out of this place. It gets crazier all the time," she said. "If you think his burner's turned off, you ought to meet his mom. She owns this dump and the souvenir shop next door. She's got hair like a Roto-Rooter brush, you know, the kind they run through sewer pipes. Except she thinks she's an opera star. " "Robin, I know this tattooed man was in here. " She flicked her cigarette ashes into the ashtray and didn't answer.