Her grey suit and high heel sandals (my wife's elegantclothes) made her look like a fashion magazine model. Next to her Ifelt like I was coming from a...nother world, down to my knees, wearingthe old and used overall and apron. I could smell her delicateexpensive perfume. I was wondering what she could smell of me. Acombination of sweat and cleaning material perhaps?She started talking like 'une vrai patronne', the real boss that shewas now, "I have too many things to tell you," she said. I. I let the gunsmiths in Lexington, Louisville, and Jeffersonville know that I wouldn’t be back to buy rifles again because I was moving to Oregon, but someone else would be here later in the spring next year to pick up the rifles I ordered.Our entire family had come back to see my brother Daniel one final time. When he heard that we were going to Oregon to farm, he wanted to come with us. He was fed up with witnessing the increasing abuse heaped upon local slaves, especially those who escaped.. The family disagreed.”“Did they at least interview Jason?”“He’s never mentioned. A low profile and the jocks would be reticent to mention their dealer.”“True,” I muttered. I gave him the information Julio gave to me.“On it, boss,” he said before disconnecting.Sandy and I got out of the car. I pocketed my cell phone which Sandy handed to me, and we walked past a couple of large old houses before reaching the one where Julio hid. I rang the bell. An older, blonde version of Julie answered wearing. “Why on earth would you want to go fishing?”“Well to catch fish, I guess,” said Nathan, bottling up the anger that was already building in his throat.Harvey laughed. “Why would you want to go to all that trouble, and be out there with the bugs and all that, when you can just pay some nigger kid a penny per fish?”“I’m bored out of my mind, Daddy,” Nathan finally confessed. “I can’t find a job, because there ain’t any that you’d approve of. I just want to find something to do.” he admitted.“You.