![]() ![]() ![]() The store, with its long white aisles and megalithic piles of discount thrillers and exercise guides, was organized as though the management had hoped to sell luncheon meat or lawn care products, but had somehow been tricked by an unscrupulous wholesaler – I imagined the disappointed “What the hell are we going to do with all these damned books?” of the owners who had started in postcards and seaside souvenirs on the Jersey shore. He teetered, wore a bib of spilled whiskey, and the wide things he said, I felt, would be discounted as the typical CinemaScope friendliness of a sot.īoardwalk, a chain, sold books at low prices, in huge, fluorescent, supermarket style, a style pervaded by glumness and by an uncomprehending distaste for its low-profit merchandise. I was a fool for a girl with a dainty lexicon. At the beginning of summer I had lunch with my father, the gangster, who was in town for the weekend to transact some of his vague business.ĭrunk, Jane spoke as though she were Nancy Drew. ![]()
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