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First it was fall, then it wasn't. Happy New Year

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Susan's Debt

copyright©Jerry D. McDonnell, 2012 Published in Over the Transom #22, 2013 by  Jerry D. McDonnell She said that night that she loved me in a certain way. Of course she told that to everybody. 3:00 A.M. Wednesday: The night Convoy blew up the Madam’s car in front of her whorehouse in Tonopah, Nevada. * * * * * * 7:30 P.M. Tuesday, the night before: Franky said Convoy had requested we meet him at his bar stool office on our way back north to Tahoe. * * * * * *  Bill’s joint, we called it, was a dingy fully licensed bar with pool table, back bar mirror, weathered tables, a jute box and framed photos of a sand dusted Vegas of yore before the power company neoned it up like an colorful commode in the desert. Tucked away only yards and a couple of tourist steps too far off the tinsel neon bright lights of Freemont Street downtown Vegas it had more akin with the dumpster alley than the main drag. It was a bar of didn’t make it ball players, defroc