“Old store, maybe turn it into a high class whore house?” I suggested. We turned off the highway and headed down the dirt track to the Rigsby place, a big white palace of a house set in acres of grassland that had once been forest, and as we rolled to a stop by the horse barn Sheila’s moron brothers Jake and Andy appeared. XXX “It ain’t good enough Henderson,” he told me, “She balled everyone in your class except you, why you so special?”
“Like I said sir.” I replied. “See Andy and Jake can’t agree who gets the business when I go on,” Rigsby said conversationally, “But they bet their halves that Sheila screwed every guy in her class and every guy in the ball team,” Rigsby chewed his waffle, “Why in the hell can’t we have waffles that ain’t worse than chewing gum?” he
