Chapter FifteenI left the car across the street from the record store, and loitered in front of the window with the blazing peace emblem waiting for someone to show up. I lit a Sweet Cap and peered inside to see if anyone might be there. I wanted to get the cruddy taste of Furlingers out of my palate. Lit by a string of single streetlamps and the odd bulb placed over a doorway here and there the street seemed abandoned and forlorn. I could have been standing on the main strip of a ghost town. All I needed to see was the tumbleweed and bramble bush blowing down the street. Norma. Darlene. Cindy Lou. Ellis and Lizzie Boston. I was lost in thought when Beverly came up from behind and touched me on the shoulder.
She said, “Hi Joe.”
“Hi Bev.”
“I'm glad you could come.”
“Yeah. Me too.” I sur
