G men Revenuers And Buddy Lamb
"Mary! Mary! Tell dis boy I ain't got time to fool wid him!" He glowered at me over his cup of coffee, took a drag from his cigarette, then spoke again. "Why you always wanting to hear them stories I tell anyway boy? Shit, you know em better than me now, old as I is." I waited, knowing if I spoke it would only delay the telling, I'd become adept in drawing out a story from Mister Buddy. "Ah Hell, you ain't gonna leave till I tell it to ya again are you Boy?" A long pull from his...