âFuck-you-tooâ in the phone book under âEscort,â then calling her and hanging up, giggling among themselves.
Al shrugged and pushed up his glasses on his nose so that they squared with his face. âAll I know, he was at Jackâs Sunday evening, and Jack gave him a beer. He asked Lance for one, but Lance wouldnât because Sawyerâs not allowed to drink. They say Tom Moon bought himself two Black Horse and gave one to Sawyer on the sly.â Alâs information was pretty reliable, since Lance, the bartender, was Alâs older brother. âSawyersâs not supposed to be at it at all, sure. His medicationâll kill âim.â
Dolly took her compact out of her big purse and dabbed her cheeks. Finton tried to look away, but couldnât. She reapplied her lipstick, smacked her glossy lips together and bit benignly on a lacy white handkerchief with two other sets of pink lip marks already on it. Fintonâs head felt woozy. Dolly did not acknowledge his interest in her cosmetic touch-up, but there was something self-conscious in the way she looked at no one as she performed. âEither way,â she said, âI wouldnât wanna be the one that liquored him upââspecially if he turns up dead.â
âMaybe he just donât wanna be found,â Skeet said, squinting out the window at the passing woods. Finton stared into woods as well, but found himself mesmerized by the November sun.
Dolly shook her head. âSomeone woulda seen him by now.â
âNot if he donât want to be seen,â said Finton. âYou can hide forever if you donât want anyone to find you.â Chewing worriedly on his bottom lip, he sneaked a look at Dolly applying makeup in her compact mirror.
âWhy do you even care?â she asked. âWhatâd Sawyer Moon ever do for ye?â
âI donât care about olâ Sawyer Moon,â Mary said. âIâm glad heâs gone.â
âMe too,â said Finton. âWeâre all better off.â
Skeet assessed him warily. âFor someone who donât care, you sure seem to care a lot.â
âI just donât think heâs dead. Probably saw his chance and got the hell outta Darwin.â
âWhat are youâpsychic?â Dolly asked.
Skeet poked Fintonâs shoulder as the other two laughed. He noticed that Mary had taken to gazing out the window.
âNo.â Finton spoke softly, almost to himself.
That same night, in his dream, Dolly chased him through the graveyardânaked, her boobs bobbing gently. âGive me a kiss, Finton. I wonât bite you, my darling!â Her pink lipstick and white pearls glimmered in the moonlight. Finton ran as fast as he could, leaping over headstones and panting. He felt Dollyâs hot breath on his neck as she drew closer on her long, spidery legs.
She was almost upon him when he started cryingâdeep, wretched sobs that rolled down his cheeks and caught his breath short. âLemme alone!â he cried out.
âJust one kiss, my love.â She captured and hugged him, kissed his face all over.
âNo! Get away!â Hands flailing, legs kicking.
His left hand fell under the curve of her right breast, and suddenly he seemed to lose control of his mind and body. He broke from her grasp and scurried away again.
âFinton!â He heard a raspy female voiceânot Dolly, but Miss Bridie. âYouâre going the wrong way,â she said. He turned around to see her standing at a distance, like a bride of Dracula in red lipstick, a black wig, and a large, blue, cleavage-bearing dress. She strutted towards him, and he was trapped, struggling to breathe.
Backing away from her, Finton turned around in time to feel his feet give way beneath him. He plunged into a shallow grave, face down in the dirt, with Dolly on top of him, kissing and stroking him. When he woke up in his bed, his right hand
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