Thursday, June 14, 2012
D is for Disgusting
A couple of beers later, the two men were quietly puffing their cigars when the patrolman spoke up again.
"I've another one for you, Arbuckle", he said in a much lower voice. "But you can't print it."
Joe glanced at him sharply. "Why not?"
"Because it hasn't happened yet." O'Reilly was getting red-faced now. "You know Mrs. Barber don't you?"
The journalist smiled. "Of course I know Elaine", he took another deep puff. "She runs that confectionery store at St. Clair Street."
"Detective Carl is going to book her on Saturday for selling disgusting post cards."
"You're kidding me", Joe laughed. "Hasn't she been paying her dues?"
The patrolman shrugged. "It's election year. I guess they need something to show for it."