FLICK OFFERS ME HARD LIQUOR FLICK OFFERS ME HARD LIQUOR“You sure you don’t want a shot? A little bourbon maybe?” Flick asked, oozing sympathy. He went on:
“Do you remember the time Jane Hutchinson left me standing in a snowdrift for four hours? While she had a date with Claude Eaton!”
“Whatever happened to her?”
“I hear she moved out somewhere near Cedar Lake.” Flick mopped the bar pensively.
“Cedar Lake! I haven’t heard of Cedar Lake for years! The Dance Hall! The Roller Rink! The Smell! Is it still out there, Flick? How is Cedar Lake?”
Flick paused meaningfully in his swabbing, savoring to the full his next statement.
“Cedar Lake. It’s the first time I ever heard of ’em doing it to a lake. It’s Condemned.”