I checked around and river caught Catfish are worth a dollar a piece.”“Let me think about it. If we do this, I will insist that you not borrow the...start up money. Either you have it, or you pay when and what you can,” I insisted.“I have the money,” she said. “Fred wouldn’t have gone along if I didn’t.”“Send John over for the trailer whenever you want it,” I said.“Do you want the money now?” she asked.“Hell no. I know where you live,” I said.Since I had been stockpiling Catfish fillets, I had. ” She glared at Jack for a second, then started down the hall.Jack contemplated how he had ended up at Booker & Blakely. He had gone to school at USC and earned a degree in marketing, but nothing had ever quite worked out as he had thought it would. For a number of years, he had bounced around at various radio and television stations selling advertising, but that never appealed to him and it wasn’t his strength. Then he had switched to creating the ads and had worked his way up at a couple of. .I felt as if I was in the pleading stages. “You’re my son...you’d tell me the truth and besides, who else could I ask, Mr. Turner down the street?”At that we both laughed and the tension seemed to break. Mr. Turner was an old letch that lived on our block...well known for his proclivity to somehow turn up in a person’s back yard whenever a woman was trying to sunbathe.My son was thinking...he still seemed to be uncomfortable with the idea, but too...he was thinking. Suddenly he shrugged. I was startled a few minutes later when I swore I felt a hand brush my thigh. "oh, pardon me!" I was looking into those beautiful eyes. I think I said "No problem, Ma'am." but I couldn't be sure. She giggled and said "Must be a Cowboy." Her perfume lingered as she moved away. I tryed to catch every little bit of it! She was kneeling down looking for something on the bottom shelf as I turned the corner. She glanced up for just a moment. Was that a smile? I wished I knew for sure but as I got.