Beetlebottom #13
No Bang, No Glory Inside the bootlegger's house, the morning rain crashed down on the rusty tin roof. The old man was in his usual chair, facing the front, reading a two day old newspaper. Mama was in the kitchen doing breakfast dishes. Her other task was to make sure the Old Man always had of full cup of coffee mixed 50/50 with cheap rot gut booze. Both of them had awful hangovers from last night's party with David Lee Royce. As Mama washed a crusty plate, and the Old Man pretended he was reading the business news… they both dreamed of a new life …one full of wealth and power. David Lee Royce had brought the promise of all this with his proposed business arrangement. Mama conjured up thoughts of new clothes, some paint for out on the porch, and a hired hand to help around the house. Mama liked to buildup the daydream of shopping in downtown Beetlebottom. With her new cash income and cachet, people would stop and take notice. The butcher would just offer the best cuts of pork ...