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bon and ten hours later you're still half-stoned." |
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"I . . . I didn't turn on any lights. I came in here in the dark. The closer I got to it, the surer I was." |
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Cappy grabbed the jar, scooted it along the counter top and picked it up. The semiopaque, reddish-gray liquid sloshed back and forth. "Know what this is?" she snarled. |
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Harvey shook his unfortunate head. |
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"It's a joke. It's a sick goddamn joke!" |
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Harvey's face still had a look of puzzlement. |
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She shook the jar violently. "This sorry piece of shit is what I got, all I got, for two years of screwin' Charlie Frazier. It's his idea of a joke, a goddamn glass jar of dirty water!" |
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Harvey stared at the woman as she raged on. |
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"You know what that prick did? He hauled me out of a room full of his friends, tells me I ain't goin' back to the States with him, that there ain't gonna be no wedding, shoves me into a damned taxi and tells me to go peddle my ass elsewhere. Then he hands me this jar." |
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Harvey looked away. The woman was right; Americans had no right to act like they did. |
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"Not only that, Mr. damned Airman, you know what I'm going to do with it?" |
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Before Harvey could conjure up anything resembling a response, Cappy's fit of anger had blossomed into full rage. She slammed |
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