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Chapter 47.
"Why did you do that, Joe?" Sh'tstane asked as they
left the store with their purchases.
"Did you see his hand shake? He could barely write!"
"So?"
"He didn't know the date!"
"So?"
"His pen ran out of ink!"
"So what? Why did you shoot him?"
"Cause war is a crazy thing, Sh'stane. It makes a normal
man do some very abnormal things. The things I have seen and the things I have done will make the ordinary man
sick, but those that have been through what I have been through will understand. I am a changed man, a different
man
and I pray my soul can rest in peace."
"Oh," said Sh'tstane.
"Makes you think, doesn't it?"
"No."
"Okay.".
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Chapter 48
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Joe finished spray painting Terry's face. He stood back and admired
his work.
"What do you think, Sh'tstane?" he asked.
"Well, it looks good enough. I don't know if yellow paint
was a wise choice. However, we have all the holes on his head glued shut, so that's good."
"But we haven't glued all the holes shut."
"What do you mean?"
Joe pointed at Terry's groin.
"No way, Joe. I am not putting glue there.".
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Chapter 49
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As they were getting ready to leave the parking lot, Sh'tstane
noticed a blonde haired woman walking towards them. He stopped adjusting the rear windshield wipers and watched
her approach.
"Excuse me sir, but can you possibly help me?" she asked
when she reached him.
"Maybe," replied Sh'tstane.
"Well, I seem to have lost my husband."
"Okay. And?"
"Obviously you do not know who I am. My name is Darva."
"Darva? Darva!!!?? What kind of name is that?"
Darva shrugged.
"Look," she said. "Some people might consider me
a golddigger and that I only want money, but.................wait a minute. Are you rich? I mean like a millionaire?"
Sh'tstane thought for a moment.
"Why yes," he said. "Yes I am. As a matter of fact,
we are going to go get my money now."
"Ooooooh," said Darva. "Can I come along?"
"Sure. But what about your husband?"
"My what?"
"Forget it. Hop into the jeep. By the way, were you named
after some sort of drug that cures venereal disease?"
"I don't think so," she said. "Why?"
"Just wondering."
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