"Oscar, O.T," Jim Allen pulled off his hat. Well the wind would have had it off in a ...

("Oscar, O.T," Jim Allen pulled off his hat. Well the wind would have had it off in a minute. O.T. nodded. Oscar just stood and waited. "Sorry to come round bothering you right at lunchtime." ...) "Oscar, O.T," Jim Allen pulled off his hat. Well the wind would have had it off in a minute. O.T. nodded. Oscar just stood and waited. "Sorry to come round bothering you right at lunchtime." "Figure it was the only time you could find us all at home," Oscar said, then waited again then: "Must have something on your mind, I reckon." When Jim Allen still didn't say anything, O.T. tried. "Must be something pretty important. to get you away from Miss Eulane's cooking." O.T. shot a look at Jim Allen to see how he'd take that. He took a lot of guff on account of Miss Eulane taking care of him like she did. But Jim Allen was smiling it looked like. Something like a smile anyway, his face all pulled to one side like a scar. But Jim Allen just said, "Mamma's gone into Newport to do some shopping." Then he looked at his boot. Scuffed it around in Clio's hard swept yard. He was staring at it hard it seemed. Or maybe he was just listening to the wind. Feeling the humidity go up. Thinking that ...

08:33:13 December 17, 2003, Wednesday (PST) Source: Quin Withey's Radio Weblog

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