Tuesday, August 14, 2018

First Paragraph

He was sitting in a place called Stukey's on Primrose Street, and he had been there most of the afternoon, alone at a table for two, a table with wire legs and the black scar tissue of cigarette burns. At the far end of the bar, a little clot of beer drinkers were making a two-dollar investment cover a whole afternoon of TV. Max dimly realized that they were so hard up for conversation they even watched the puppets on the late-afternoon kid shows.

- From "Unmarried Widow" in More Good Stuff by John D. MacDonald

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