Unformatted text preview: d by the State. Ginger was staying at a local motel, but she did not want to go there. It was after midnight, our options were thin, so we drove to the Hocutt place, where I led her up the stairs, over the cats, and into my Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html apartment. "Don't get any ideas," she said as she kicked off her shoes and sat on the sofa. "I'm not in the mood." "Neither am I," I lied. Her tone was almost flippant, as though her mood might change real soon and when it did then we could have a go at it. I was perfectly happy to wait. I found colder beer in the kitchen and we settled into our places as if we might talk until sunrise. "Tell me about your family," she said. It was not my best subject, but, for this lady, I could talk. "I'm an only child. My mother died when I was thirteen. My father lives in Memphis, in an old family house that he never leaves because both he and the house have a few loose boards. He has an office in the attic, and he stays there all day and night trading stocks and bonds. I don't know how well he trades, but I have a hunch he loses more than he gains. We speak by phone once a month." "Are you wealthy?" "No, my grandmother is wealthy. My mother's mother, BeeBee. She loaned me the money to buy the paper." She thought about this as she sipped her beer. "There were three of us girls, two now. We were pretty wild growing up. My father went out for milk and eggs one night and never came home. My mother has tried twice more since then, can't seem to get it right. I'm divorced. My older sister is divorced. Rhoda is dead." She reached across with the bottle and tapped mine. "Here's to a couple of screwed-up families." We drank to that. Divorced, childless, wild, and very cute. I could spend time with Ginger. She wanted to know about Ford County and its characters—Lucien Wilbanks, the Padgitts, Sheriff Coley, and s...
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