…I never knowed a solution what ever solved anything yet…
Monroe D. Underwood
When all the colored lights stopped flashing I sat up.
A piece of paper was sticking out of my shoe.
I unfolded it.
It was a fifty-dollar bill.
Ulysses S. Grant had a red moustache.
I staggered back to Wallace’s.
Wallace was on his feet.
He said well it wasn’t a total loss.
He said she left me five dollars.
I said give me some change for the telephone.
I rubbed my scalp where the hair was missing.
The scratches on my face burned.
I licked my swollen lower lip.
I called D. L. Ambercrombie and Booligan.
I told them about Myrtle Culpepper.