![]() "I shouldn't never come to live with a macho queer. Those sirens aren't for jaywalkers.""Shit, shit, shit," Raul said. You got to stop him before they haul his black ass to the calaboose.""It's too late for that, they got him. ![]() "What got this started?" I asked."Oh, hell, Hap, I don't know. It was cold out and our breath was frosty white. I knew that because I could hear sirens.Leonard's boyfriend, Raul, was on the front porch of Leonard's house, his hands in his coat pockets, looking over at the burning and the ass-whipping that was taking place, and he was frantic, like a visiting Methodist preacher who'd just realized the head of the household had scooped up the last fried chicken leg.I pulled my pickup into Leonard's drive, got out, went over and stood on the porch with Raul. ![]() ![]() It was going to look damn suspicious when the cops got here. I'd helped him the first time, he'd done it the second time on his own, and now here I was third time out, driving up. 1When I got over to Leonard's Christmas Eve night, he had the Kentucky Headhunters turned way up over at his place, and they were singing "The Ballad of Davy Crockett," and Leonard, in a kind of Christmas celebration, was once again setting fire to the house next door.I wished he'd quit doing that. ![]()
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