Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com Dispatches for the Colonial Office
With Connections He Could Have Been a Member of the President's Cabinet
“No.” My first, my only word to him was “no” He had shuffled to the table, shaking and shuffling Aquiver with the sickening spasms of drugs He turned, he slammed a table, he shuffled away
“No.” The waitress watched at the window ‘til he was gone “He used to come in and ask for breakfast,” she said. “We gave him breakfast for cleaning the parking lot But then he started stealing stuff from the back”
“No.” He might have been Jesus. But I don’t think so More men walk the roads. The waitress sports tattoos