Part 9 of 9 - The Lady

He says nothin'.  Just slides me the shot glass, tips his hat, and walks right out into the rain.  Me and the barkeep share a look across the way.  His eyes are like saucers. Mine probably ain't much smaller.  He still ain't gone for the phone, or even the cash on the bar. As for me, well, I don't turn down free drinks.  And mama's friend's son is gonna have some explainin' to do.

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