Shallow Graves
“said Fred, who squinted his red, retiree’s face and studied Pellam’s cuts and bruises. “Hell, what happened to you?” He ordered two Buds.
“Had an accident.”
“Another one?”
Pellam said, “I’m an unlucky guy sometimes. What can I say?”
“No fooling—you all right?” the old man asked with genuine concern.
“Fine, no problem.”
“Weekends’re rough around here. All those tourists. What’d you do, get in the way of somebody taking a picture of a leaf? Hey, how about a game?”
“Can’t tonight, Fred.”
“What’s t...his shit I hear about you not making a movie here?”
“Talk to the town council about it.”
“Buncha old SOBs. Shit, there goes my Hollywood career.”
Pellam asked, “Where can I find Nick?”
“The kid we were playing with th’other night?” Fred’s head was swiveling. “Was here a few minutes ago. “Maybe he’s in the back room. That’s where they got what they call the restaurant.”
Pellam finished the beer. He lifted the bottle in thanks.MoreLess
“Had an accident.”
“Another one?”
Pellam said, “I’m an unlucky guy sometimes. What can I say?”
“No fooling—you all right?” the old man asked with genuine concern.
“Fine, no problem.”
“Weekends’re rough around here. All those tourists. What’d you do, get in the way of somebody taking a picture of a leaf? Hey, how about a game?”
“Can’t tonight, Fred.”
“What’s t...his shit I hear about you not making a movie here?”
“Talk to the town council about it.”
“Buncha old SOBs. Shit, there goes my Hollywood career.”
Pellam asked, “Where can I find Nick?”
“The kid we were playing with th’other night?” Fred’s head was swiveling. “Was here a few minutes ago. “Maybe he’s in the back room. That’s where they got what they call the restaurant.”
Pellam finished the beer. He lifted the bottle in thanks.MoreLess
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