Fat Bud distracts me enough when he’s here. At around noon, Fat Bud came out from his office, waited until the craggy old guy I was helping left wit...h the air filter he wanted and told me he’d come back at around six to help me finish up with everything so that we could head back to my place as early as possible for dinner. I was very happy to hear that. Six o’clock was store closing time, and the only time Fat Bud had ever helped me with receipts and end-of-the-day paperwork he was so fast that. I’ve never even heard of one.”I couldn’t help but stare at her - trying to decide if she’s serious - or does she possibly know they’re going to be at our nude wedding.She was digging in her large leather handbag, then she looked up - smiling at me as she held out a thick photo album. I could tell by the size of the album, it was filled with 5 by 7 photos.She slid it across the desk pad, smiling the whole time, “No one has ever seen these - except Misty and me, since Miss Violet developed them.. The production line was going through a slow period, and the boss was happy to let me take the vacation early. I withdrew twenty-one thousand dollars from my (Sally's) checking account. I put twenty thousand of it into a packet and mailed it to you, Tom. I enclosed a letter telling you to hang onto it for me and promising to explain it later. ["I have it here for you," Tom said.] ["I knew you would," I replied.] Then I took a three-day drive. I just went wherever the impulse took me, but I was. " Oh, Deb..." Lenore trailed off.The Gunny shot her a sympathetic look, and nodded.Deb returned from the coroner's office. Barbara brought Lenore and Deb tea, while Harry and the Gunny wordlessly drank Bourbon, at six-thirty in the evening. Barbara had ordered a pizza, now cooling, as no one was rushing to eat a second slice."You're the beneficiary of everything he had, Lenore," Deb told her, seriously. "I'm the executrix, and he left provision for me to be paid, but we'd last updated his will.