Kincaid and Manuel walked into McDonald’s Boarding House in St. Louis and approached a round man with a flush face. Drammin’ probably caused the red face, Kincaid thought, and idlin’ made him fat.
“How much for room and keep for thirteen men?” Kincaid asked.
“Are the others like him?”
“What do you mean ‘like him’?”
“Greasers. I won’t have no greasers here,” he said. “Good, god-fearing men live in my establishment. I won’t have them put up with papists crossing themselves, muttering their mumbo-jumbo
Published on April 03, 2009 06:37