Reason to BelieveI was sure the crew were wrong about the ribbons but decided to gamble on a pair of red Doctor Marten boots.
Picking them up on the Thursday evening before Christmas. Right after Pat and I finished our last paper round, deciding to cut ties with our employer and keep his takings.We wouldn't be seeing him again and early retirement
seemed the way to go.
''Think she'll like them,'' I asked.
''She won't be getting any stones in them, that's for sure,'' he replied, and that's how it had been on the way into the town. Small talk, and him avoiding looking at me
''Who's the perfume for?''
''Kathleen,'' he said, stuttering in his lie, and approaching the power plant at the flats when we spotted Tub.
''You two have to report to the 'Irish Bar,'' he lisped. The missing front
