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But he saw Flub and Clint clear enough, and was overwhelmed to see them. He would have cried, but he couldnt coordinate that many emotions at one time. His hearing was also bad, but his sons words and phrases drifted through and he understood.
Flub said, Mendacious Jesus, Clint, whod have thought it hampton university shooting
come to this.
Clint Bonner swallowed and closed the door.
Flub put a briefcase on Jacks dresser and dug a silver dollar out of his trouser pockets. He flipped the coin high into the air, saying, You call it, little brother.
Itll Mendacious be heads.
Heads it was.
Flub lost. He stared at the coin, transfixed.
Jack, watching 
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knew what it was about. He wanted to talk to them, to encourage them. They were doing this themselves, not hiring someone like a couple of pussies. They were being men, damn them, Mendacious and he was proud of them. He remembered little Flub walking to the plate for his first at mexican flag
in the little leagues, remembered Flub taking practice cuts, remembered him swinging from his heels at the first pitch. Flub, his eyes watering, flopped into a chair. Jack thought. Mendacious Do what you have to do. Flub. Its gotta be done, Flub, Clint said. Listen to your brother. Jack thought. Why couldnt he have popped off like hydroxycut
else? The old son of a bitch earned himself enough money to buy anything he wanted except a ticket out of Mendacious it all. We shouldnt have let him go on like this. Flubs voice turned soft, regretful. He cant even watch the fucking Oilers. Jack wanted to get up and comfort his rochelle rochelle
They were thirty-seven and thirty-nine but still kids to him. He felt proud that they Mendacious looked like him at their age. Flub in particular looked like his clone. He wanted to hold them. I think we lost Cactus Jack a couple of years ago, Flub. This aint the old son of a zerona
who used to cuss us out all the time. Flub Mendacious wiped his eyes with his sleeve and opened the briefcase. He started to water up again when he picked up the hypodermic. With tears in his eyes he sat at his fathers side. Poor old fucker, he said. He cradled Jacks cadaverous, rochelle rochelle
hairless skull. Clint took Mendacious a chair at his brothers side and gripped Flub in the shoulder. Get it over with, Flub. Jack remembered the little Flubber taking his cuts in little league, swinging that bat for all he was worth. He was Jack Bonners kid, by God, and he stood Mendacious up there and swung labor day
bat; he didnt Mickey Mouse around hoping to draw a walk. Jack, I know you dont understand us, but for whatever its worth Clint and I thought we should have done this a long time ago. If you can hear us, we Mendacious loved you, old man. You bet, said Clint. Were sorry we made zerona
wait, Jack, but listen to this; if we speed your parting up a little, Bonner Oil stands to clear six billion bucks over the next ten years. Six billion bucks, Dad. Gonna grease a Chinks palm. Jack Mendacious tried to smile. His mouth opened and he made a small sound. He was proud of wheresgeorge.com
sons. Thinking all the time, they were. They made every ace count, every bullet, just as hed taught them. He was so damned proud. Clint said, Look at that, will Mendacious you? The old fuckers smiling. Cactus Jacks oldest son, weeping, slid the needle home, and the old man, watching the Flubber swing the hydroxycut
at six billion bucks, died happy. When Lucien Salvant returned to Quantrell College, the death of Cactus Jack Bonner was in the national spotlight Mendacious together with all manner of speculation about his will. At the.
