He continues to suck back the cigarillo in between comments.
"Crater Lake is a cozy village populated by more than seven million fascinating individuals..."
He is bone tired from long days. He sits back and crosses his legs. His eyes are deepset. His brow bones jut out as do his cheek bones. When he is not smiling his face is full of shadow. Joe Manco has always had this problem. He's told me in the past about walkin down the street, people see him comin and cross over to the other side. What he doesn't realize is that there are a couple of people waitin on him right now. They may be across the street, or they may be right outside that door, or they may be comin round the corner at any minute.
"Wynn is gross in movement. He's shrewd, Joe."
"And Chester?"
"Chester is built as his brother, but slower of mind."
"How do they feel about your arrival in town?"
"That's none of your concern."
"They got two against one. I find that mighty concernin, Carey. You gonna make your play, or are you gonna talk me to death?"
"There is no way out, and you know it."
"The village is the place to which the roads tend, a sort of expansion of the highway..."
"Where they once dug for money, but never found any..."
"Nobody repairs it, for nobody wears it..."
"But a direction out there, and the bare possibility of goin somewhere?"
"I hear ya, sista."
The problem is, so do they.