truck?â
Sam did, around the lot, then said, âMake me a deal, Peter.â
The salesman had looked at Samâs Mercury while the minister was driving the truck. He figured for a moment, then handed Sam a piece of paper. âThatâs the best I can do, Sam.â
Sam glanced at the figures. âFine, Iâll take it.â And the pickup was his. He smiled as the words âfor better or for worseâ entered his mind.
Jimmy was thinking: itâs a shame. A nice man like Sam Balon, with a wife thatâs running around on him. With an elder in his own church, too. He almost told Sam to go out and get a big stick, go home, and beat his wifeâs butt.
Instead, he said, âSure is something about John Benton. How old was he?â
âFifty, I think. Have you heard when the funeral will be?â
âTwo oâclock Sunday. I heard the council just appointed Jimmy chief of police. Tough way to get a promotion. Itâs odd, though.â
âWhat is?â
âWellâitâs a small town, Sam. News travels fast. I heard about the trouble at Jane Annâs last night, and about John firing George Best.â
So?â
âWalter Addison just hired George this afternoon. Made him a county deputy. John wouldnât have liked that.â
Everything is beginning to add up. âLetâs sign the papers, Peter.â
Fifteen minutes later, the men stood by Samâs newly acquired pickup, chatting. The reception inside the dealership had been cool. None of the other employees had bothered speaking to Sam, and their looks were sullen.
âWhatâs wrong with those people in there?â Sam asked.
âI donât know, Sam, but itâs sure embarrassing. Theyâve been acting funny for a couple of weeks. Now they treat me as if Iâm not around. Iâm just ignored. Itâs getting worse each day.â
Sam knew Peter was a devout Catholic, but he wasnât sure about his fellow workers. He didnât know how to ask without being obvious about it.
âMaybe they resent your church work, Peter?â
Peterâs look was thoughtful. âItâs funny you should say that, Sam. A lot of those guys in thereâthe women, tooâused to be good church workers. Different churches, of course, but they all went to church. Then, I guess, oh, maybe two-three months ago, one by one they started drifting away from their church. Now none of them attend services. As a matter of fact, they belittle religion; make fun of it. I donât like that, Sam. Iâve noticed something else, too, for the past few weeks or so, everyone of them show up for work on Friday wearing those funny-looking medallions around their necks. Youâve seen them? Fad, I suppose. Probably started out in California with all this rock and roll music.â
Donât count on that, Sam thought, remembering the medallion his wife wore about her neckâevery day. âMemphis,â he said.
âI beg your pardon?â
âOh, Iâm sorry,â Sam smiled. âI said Memphis. I think rock and roll began in Memphis, Tennessee. But I believe it was a New York City disc jockey who coined the term rock and roll.â
âYou like rock and roll, Sam?â doubt in his voice.
âNo,â Sam laughed. âNot very much of it. You have a cigarette, Peter?â
âSure. I didnât know you smoked, Sam.â He held out a package of Lucky Strikes.
âI donât very often,â Sam bent his head to take the light from Peterâs Zippo. âHabit I picked up in Korea.â
âHey! You were in Korea? I was in the service, too, but not in Korea. I was Navy. You?â
âArmy. Special troops. We were known as UNPIK.â
Peter whistled. âYeah, I heard about you guys. Guerrilla fighters. Rough outfit. How long were you in Korea?â
âToo long. âBout sixteen months.â
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