Other Worlds, Better Lives: Selected Long Fiction, 1989-2003 (A Howard Waldrop Reader)
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Collects 7 longer pieces by this aclaimed writer.
it won’t matter much why you brought him ’cause that dog just sometimes don’t know when to stop greeting folks.” “I came here to get a dog Mr.—mister. It’s just another job to me, like mending a fence or painting a barn.” “Why . . .” Houlka held the ruler up high. The Klansman leaned back in his chair. “Which one is it?” Houlka asked, looking back and forth, taking off his quiver and bow and handing me his club, at the dogs chained to the posts. “Oh. Oh! You
out here, that one back in there about three feet. That’s just about right. Now you two other boys, you knock that pile right out into the creek like it was a baseball, hear?” There were sounds of hammering that would have killed an elephant, then a big whoof! from A.T. and the piling thudding into the dirt. We heard the two men with the hammers run out from under the bridge, and some timbers groan. “Go back to the truck boys, you done good. Extra beans for the two coming up!” he yelled
undertaker keep the body in his basement, waiting for somebody to claim it. After the investigation, they figured no one would, and they were right. But the law was the law. Sgt. Hank scratched his head and turned to the chief, as they were looking at the man’s effects. “Why is it,” he asked, “we’re always having trouble with things in boxes?” 1915 Teeheezal got off the streetcar at the corner of what used to be Sunset and Ivar, but which the village council had now
keeping everyone out. The reporter was the old kind, press card stuck in his hat, right out of The Front Page. “Got any statement, Mr. Spacer?” “Well, as you know, I can’t talk about what I said till the investigation’s concluded. They asked me questions. I answered them as best as I could.” “What sort of questions?” “I’m sure you can figure that out. You’ve seen the televised hearings?” “What were they trying to find out?” asked the reporter. “I’m not sure . .
said Stewart. “No telling how Roger’s taking this. See you guys later.” “Lemme put this in perspective,” said Bobby, stopping him at the door while turning off the TV, and turning the radio back up, which was playing Bert Kaempfert’s “Wonderland by Night” from 1960. “Kennedy thinks he’s got problems, what with Russians and missiles and Castro in Cuba. Me, I gotta find a shifter gate collar for a ’46 Ford.” * * * After they had gone, Bobby put on the First Family album