Harlot's Moon
“The receptionist said, "There's a man on line four for you." "A man?" "I'm sorry, Robert. He wouldn't give me his name." "Thanks, Doris." I picked up.
"Payne?" "Yes." "This is Tommy." He sounded pissed. "Yeah, Tommy. From the mo-tel. The Palms." "Oh, right. What can I do for you, Tommy?" "You know those gift books the Grant Cafeterias give out?" Grant Cafeterias were a big Midwestern chain. Good food, though of the old style, lots of heavy gravy and sugarcoating.
"You bring me one of them gift books, and I'll tell you something you'll want to hear." "Giving you money would be a bribe, but this—" "—is just a gift." "Right," I said. I smiled to myself. Circumstances or fate had forced Tommy to scuttle across the floor of our silent social seas. He'd learned how to be shrewd.
"So I give you a gift book and—" "—I give you information. It's called barter." "Yeah, I guess that is what it's called, isn't it?" "I'll be here for another hour and a half, you want to come over." Ther...e was a Grant's on the same side of town as the Palms Motel so I stopped there.MoreLess
"Payne?" "Yes." "This is Tommy." He sounded pissed. "Yeah, Tommy. From the mo-tel. The Palms." "Oh, right. What can I do for you, Tommy?" "You know those gift books the Grant Cafeterias give out?" Grant Cafeterias were a big Midwestern chain. Good food, though of the old style, lots of heavy gravy and sugarcoating.
"You bring me one of them gift books, and I'll tell you something you'll want to hear." "Giving you money would be a bribe, but this—" "—is just a gift." "Right," I said. I smiled to myself. Circumstances or fate had forced Tommy to scuttle across the floor of our silent social seas. He'd learned how to be shrewd.
"So I give you a gift book and—" "—I give you information. It's called barter." "Yeah, I guess that is what it's called, isn't it?" "I'll be here for another hour and a half, you want to come over." Ther...e was a Grant's on the same side of town as the Palms Motel so I stopped there.MoreLess
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