Breathless Page #2

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of convenience store robberies neither

- three years ago.

- That's right.

Like hell you didn't.

You even went and robbed

Ophenius Dunn's

feed warehouse, Dale.

That was Mama's

second husband.

Did you think he wasn't gonna

identify you?

Well, I did not expect

his identification of me

on account

he wears trifocals.

I did my three years.

I paid my debt to society.

God damn you, Dale.

You promised me.

You looked me straight in the eye

and you gave me your word

you were done with your criminal ways.

I am.

That's a fact.

I ain't in the business

of getting in trouble no more.

I'm straight as a duck

with two good wings.

Is that right?

Cross my heart

and hope to die.

Nothing but the joy

of modular cabinetry

to keep me

righteously occupied.

Well, then you'll gladly tell me

what that is

on the soles of your boots.

What?

Do you know why they call it

Red County, Dale?

No.

On account of the iron ore

in the soil.

Iron ore in the soil?

Ho-ho! Whoo!

You sure got a hell of

a fervent imagination, Lorna.

Did I imagine this?

Where in hell did you get

a peashooter like that?

I got it where I get all the things

you're trying to hide from me--

underneath the floorboard

in the bathroom.

I've never seen that before

in my life.

You're lying.

What would you

base that statement on?

On the fact that you never tell

nothing but lies.

You was lying before you learned

how to talk.

Nothing but the pure gospel truth

ever passed these lips.

So you're telling me

that you don't know nothing

about no robbery.

I know nothing about

the robbery.

And you ain't never seen

this gun before?

Yes, ma'am.

For crying out loud,

where are my nerve tablets?

What are you looking at?

You got your mama's legs.

Mama's got

real pretty legs.

They're long and white

like Milkybars.

Mm, I always did want

to bed your mama.

- God damn you, Dale.

- I'm an honest man.

I swear to God,

if you have got

the slightest shine for your life,

I suggest you tell me

where that money is,

as I will not be responsible

for my ensuing ways.

- Now wait just a minute.

- What?

- You can't shoot him.

- Why the hell not?

We are talking about

a lot of money here, Tiny.

Right.

And Dale here

is one hell

of a pertinacious individual.

Come on now.

He's gonna need a lot of coaxing

to get that information out of him.

Lorna, I guess he is

your husband.

You go ahead and shoot him.

It ain't none of my business.

Oh, wait.

No need to turn

belligerent now.

You ready to talk

like civilized folks?

You know me--

nothing but civilized.

Honey, you scared me.

- You stole that money.

- I did not take that money.

- Damn it.

- Argh! I took that money.

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