CHAPTER TWO
"You were Homecoming Queen, weren't you?" Julie asked.
"Yeah," I said, dumping the dirty dishes into the sink, "but that was done by popular vote."
"You don't want to spend the rest of your life slinging hash, do you?" Julie asked.
"It hasn't done bad by you," I said. Julie had a nice house overlooking the Marina and she wore nice clothes and drove a new bad Buick.
"I didn't do it slinging hash," she said. "These big spenders here think a nickel tip is generous. I did it with my first husband's insurance money, honey."
"Well, there's that," I said. "I guess I can get married."
"s**t, to one of these local yokles?"
"What else?"
"You could go to college."
"s**t," I said.
"Sure," she said. "Old man Worths put up a thousand dollars scholarship for the Mackerel Queen." Sh
