gun.â
Gladys could barely tell us the next part. She laughed and gasped and pressed on her bladder so she wouldnât pee. âThat milkman curdled right before my eyes. âOh my! Oh my! Get in! Get in!â he said. âIâll drop you off at the sheriffâs. Iâve got to start my deliveries right at six. But I can drop you! I can do that! Youâve always got a friend at Willow Farm Dairy! Yessiree Bob!ââ
So Gladys got in and the milkman sped off. âI canât begin to thank you,â she said. âHeâs such a deadly shot.â
With the immediate danger of getting shot behind him, the milkmanâs heroism returned. So did his libidinous stare. âItâll be fine, miss. Itâll be fine.â
âHe is the most jealous boyfriend Iâve ever had,â she told him. âKilled a man once just for admiring my shapely legs. Do you think my legs are shapely?â
The milkmanâs eyes shot back to the road. âWhy donât you have a bottle of milk to soothe your stomach. Courtesy of the Willow Farm Dairy.â
Gladys couldnât resist toying. She opened a bottle of cream and slowly licked it. Wrapped her eyes around his. âHe turned straight into cottage cheese,â she told us. âThen I screamed âDear lord! There he is!ââ
The milkman frantically looked out of every window in his little truck. âWhere? Where? Where?â
Thatâs when Gladys produced the pistol from her suitcase, with the silver kitten on the pink pearl handle. âHiding under that bridge up there,â she said. âWaiting for his sweet little biscuit to bring him a big white sucker fish.â
We witnessed the rest for ourselves. The milk truck skidded to stop. Gus, shotgun over his shoulder, climbed slowly to the road. We followed. He waved his fedora at the milkman like he was an old friend. The milkman crawled out, arms over his head, relieved heâd fallen victim to highway robbery and not that jealous boyfriend.
âGreat little actress, ainât she?â Gus said.
The milkman agreed.
âDid you really believe I was a woman in distress?â Gladys asked him. âDistress is one of the hardest emotions to play. And really be convincing.â
The milkman assured her heâd been completely bamboozled. Gladys was thrilled.
We unloaded several wire baskets of milk and cream. Gus made Will take a picture of the milkman with Gladys and him, then launched into his speech about the three of us being unwilling kidnappees. He made the milkman promise to report the holdup as soon as his route was finished. The milkman promised and drove off fast.
Thatâs the way the ruse went. By midmorning Gus and Gladys had hooked more than a dozen such suckers. Stacked in the cabbage by the river were trays of bread, cases of Coca-Cola, several big bags of ready-mix cement, baskets of eggs, a salesmanâs sample case full of doorknobs and hinges, two bundles of the Indianapolis Star , all that milk and cream of course, three gumball machines and a bag of pennies, assorted wallets, watches, pocket change, and jackknives. Every victim got his picture taken with Gus and Gladys.
After a few hours traffic completely stopped. Which made Gus a happy man. âIâm sure roadblocks are up by now,â he said. âOnly a matter of time before we see the law sneaking up. This is all so perfect, ainât it Gladys? I couldnât have picked a better spot to die if I was George Armstrong Custer.â
Clyde asked who George Armstrong Custer was.
Will, nose in his Official Guide Book of the Worldâs Fair , told him.
The morning wore away. So did the afternoon. No sign of the law. Gladys sat on the ground and went through the wallets, then counted the pocket change and finally the bag of pennies liberated from the gumball machine man. She announced the take: âForty-nine dollars and thirty-seven
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