I took my mother for breakfast at the Purple Steer on the East Side and got back just in time to change clothes and leave for Cal Park. We won our game with Eddie and Cooney’s tap on a pair of two-run homers by Mike. Augie left after the game. He had to be at Bryn Mawr Lanes at five o’clock.
Walking in from the parking lot and spots where Augie was bowling, we walked over. I sent Larry and Mike to get a round of beer for the crew. Turned and walked into the lounge, ordered three beers, and waited for Mike and Larry to join me at the bar. We were enjoying our cigarettes and beer when, for some unexplained reason, I felt a presence standing behind me. I turned slowly, with my hand inside my jacket on the handle.45, I came face to face with a dark-haired woman who seemed familiar.
“Jesse,”
