“So where would you like to go Ms. Tanner?”
Nipsie Tanner looked around the room. “Oh (*sigh*), I don’t know. Just away from — here.” She points. “How about that middle one over there.”
“Middle one it is.” George V. Norris gives her a ticket to ride.
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“Welcome, dad-i-o.”
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Aah. This is the *life*, she thinks later by the “Black Side” pool. Tomorrow I will go check out the local police station; see how it measures up.
She couldn’t help mixing business with pleasure.
Sunklands 