Like I was one of them fellers that hides in them tents at the carnival and people pay a quarter to come in side. "That's right ladies and gentleman. ...ee God's revenge on women! The Russian's don't have missles like this ladies! Men don't hate him, envy him. He's got the hotrod that will make your insides twist and your children run in fear. Step up, only one quater to see the last love sausage you'll ever need to see!"“Ok, quick. Put your clothes back on before Mama comes out.”I put my clothes. She went out into 6 lanes of rush hour traffic and was killed by a truck. My Mom and I had driven over the exact same spot less than an hour before. I was driving back from a fishing trip up by Tule Lake in Northern California with a dear friend when he went into a full Gran-Mal seizure. I pulled over at the nearest business to get help and get him out of the car.. He was shaking all over and bleeding from the mouth… I was frightened and started trying to get God’s attention. I felt something. " Zosia still trying. Zosia... "Goo-bye, Zosia."He woke up around 4 a.m. to find himself still in the chair. He checked and saw his shorts were on and zipped. That made him feel relieved, though he couldn't quite remember why. He stood up and a lightning bolt of pain arcing through his skull knocked him back down. He went back to sleep.The morning after the funeral, Paula stood in the doorway of her parents' house, waving good-bye to Steve and the kids.What a relief that's over, she thought as. If that’s what you mean.’ ‘It’s not.’ Mint picks up his bag, hefts it in his hand. He surprises her by tossing it in her direction. ‘Count it,’ he says, his gun on her again. She stares him in the eyes as she drops to her haunches and unzips the bag. She runs her nails along the surface of the bills, appreciates how unforgiving the stacks feel beneath her french tips. She snaps a rubber band. ‘Quit fucking with it, and count it,’ Mint says. She hears the click as he cocks the hammer, another.