Angels in Stardust Page #2

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lonely old house of yours tonight

and cook you a good dinner.

Oh, well, now, I can't ask that.

Well, you ain't asking.

I'm giving.

Just think of it as part of our services,

Mr. Hogan.

Well, when you put it that way.

Ain't no other way to do it.

And don't you worry

about the turnout, okay?

I'm gonna make sure there are

plenty of folks at the

funeral procession.

Okay?

Okay.

Where are your friends?

Melody had to work at the DQ,

and Loretta said I couldn't

force her down here

with a tow truck

and six hot mechanics.

Then offer her a dozen.

You promised.

Ma, I did not promise.

It's hard getting folks

to go to a funeral

of a body they don't know.

Just try again, please.

Go.

All right, I'm going.

I could get Pitney.

That silly

red-haired kid?

He's got nice clothes.

Go. Call him.

What is it with Goofy?

Pitney is taking baton

twirling lessons.

He wants to lead parades.

Well, this here is

a funeral procession.

Close enough.

This is so...

queer.

Hey, at least

you're getting paid.

Aww. Well,

I will take you

to the Two Kiss after

and buy you a sodie.

Me, too?

Sure.

We can sit in the backseat

and make out like lovers.

Yuck.

Here. Put this on.

What, that ratty old thing?

Put it on.

The way you're dressed,

it looks like we're

mourning your lost virtue.

Just wear it.

Pitney! What...

What are you doing?

Give me that.

Thank you, Mr. Sunday.

Everything was splendid.

It's never enough,

Mr. Hogan.

Bye.

See you later, Fred.

Fred?

What are you up to?

Nothing.

I told you before

this is a business,

not your personal mixer.

He's a decent man.

How else am I supposed

to meet such a fella?

How 'bout a church social?

That pitiful lot?

May as well raffle myself

off at the VA hospital.

Am... Am I

hurting anybody?

Mm, mm, mm.

Hmm? If I am,

I'd sure like to know.

What are you doing?

Come on. Let's go.

Uh-uh. In a minute.

Ain't you been here before?

Uh-uh.

Jeez, you are out of it.

This is a regular

make-out zone at night.

He's got cowboy boots on.

So?

It's weird.

Uh, not around here.

Seems kind of sacrilegious,

that's all.

No, you want to see sacrilege,

you just come out here

on a Saturday night.

This is a regular

Sodom and Gomorrah.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

Come on.

Let's go.

This place is creepy without

a car under your butt

and a boy stuck to your face.

Okay.

Come on.

Come on!

Coming.

Hey, Mrs. Dinwiddie.

Hey, Tammy.

Hey, Addie.

Does she ever talk?

Not to me.

Did you have a good day?

Passable.

Put a poor soul in the ground.

Oh, no, not his soul, honey,

just his body.

How's about a lemonade?

You look parched.

Thanks.

Spot any UFOs today?

Nope, but they's out there.

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