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Does Your Mother Know That You're Carrying A Gun? I'm Going To Tell Her. I'm Going To Call And Tell Her Right Now." Joe Morelli's Mom

There’s Always Tomorrow.” “exactly,” She Said, Finishing Off Her First Doughnut, Selecting A Second. Maybe She Wouldn’t Starve To Death, She Decided. Maybe She’d Eat Herself Into Obesity And Explode. Death By Doughnut.

Ranger Picked Up And There Was A Moment Of Silence As If He Was Sensing Me At The Other End, Taking My Body Temperature And Heart Rate Long Distance. “babe,” He Finally Said. “do You Know The Slum Apartment Building Bobby Sunflower Owns On Stark?” “yes. It’s On The Same Block As His Funeral Home.” “that’s The One. I’m Going In To Look For Someone. If You Don’t Hear From Me In A Half Hour Maybe You Could Send Someone To Check.” “is This A Smart Thing To Do?” “probably Not.” “as Long As You Know,” Ranger Said. And He Disconnected.

Mrs. Zuppa Was Coming In From Bingo Just As I Was Leaving The Building. "looks Like You're Going To Work," She Said, Leaning Heavily On Her Cane. "what Are You Packin'?" "a Thirty-eight." "i Like A Nine-millimeter Myself." "a Nine's Good." "easier To Use A Semiautomatic After You've Had Hip Replacement And You Walk With A Cane," She Said. One Of Those Useful Pieces Of Information To File Away And Resurrect When I Turn Eighty-three.

I Got Out Of The Tub And Had To Squelch A Scream When I Saw My Reflection In The Vanity Mirror. My Hair Looked Like It Had Taken 2000 Volts And Been Spray Starched