Then it stopped, and she leaned real close to me. She was looking at me, and her eyes didn’t look blue, they looked black. I began to fool with her blouse, to bust the buttons, so she would look banged up. I figured there would be plenty of men piling down there pretty soon, but those sharp heels of hers, they had to be pointed in the right direction, if anybody took the trouble to look.Įven in the heat of the murder, the sexual tension proves palpable. It was like being in church.įrank plans it so it’ll look like the Greek’s car went over a cliff and down a hill. Her eyes were shining up at me like two blue stars. Soon she’s roped Frank into killing the Greek. And do you think I’m going to let you wear a smock, with Service Auto Parts printed on the back, Thank-U Call Again, while he has four suits and a dozen silk shirts? Isn’t that business half mine? Don’t I cook? Don’t I cook good? Don’t you do your part?” Frank thinks he’s all right, but Cora hates him. I liked her like that.Ĭora’s husband is the Greek. “How do you get that way?” She was snarling like a cougar. Next day I was alone with her for a minute, and swung my fist up against her leg so hard it nearly knocked her over. …she had a sulky look to her, and her lips stuck out in a way that made me want to mash them in for her. Frank meets her when he drifts into the Twin Oaks Tavern, a roadside eatery in California. Aside from the characters saying “suspicions” instead of “suspects” you’d never guess this story of a drifter getting mixed up with married woman to murderous results was from 1934.
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