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See That My Grave Is Kept Clean – B.B.King
‘You see, Nick,’ said Madge. ‘What it boils down to is that I’m bored. Bored stiff. Yesterday, when you came along on your white horse to help an old lady in distress, I was ready for those boys. You didn’t notice, but I had this in my hand.’ She reached into her knitting bag again, came out with something that resembled a shotgun cartridge. She tossed it to me, I caught it one-handed and looked closer. It was a can of Mace, a sort of pepper spray, made in the USA, and highly illegal here. Just like her pistols. And a bastard to be sprayed in your eyes.
‘God bless America,’ I said again.
‘You saw my library,’ she said.
I nodded.
‘I love those books, crime fiction and true crime. Trouble is, with the former, I always guess who done it from
