Dadada Again (!). And I can buy for nothing. Yes, Herbert Gold must stay in this West End for a spell. Try to reconcile with the present wife but, if not, there’s always red. Redshirt red, redhair red. Something red. 4th.
How exciting! West End still has magic, probably due to the lingering effects of WES. From beyond the grave.
“Don’t you think WES could be Joplin, Hucka D.?”
“Could be, baker b.”
Rentals? ponders Herbert Gold, spotting the sign while heading back from the road’s terminus. Sounds intriguing. Maybe April Mae will like it better here than that box in Dewey.