About Eight-Thirty that night the driver of the big trailer truck let me out in the middle of nowhere. I had stacked in with a load of furniture all the way from Chicago and i should have slept too. I couldn't even close my eyes. Brother Albert had turned me down on the loan, and all i could think of was Bess holding the fort in St Pete, and us standing to lose the motel.
Red Scarf
Gil Brewer
1952
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