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Two foreigners sat near the cash register and watched Claude fearfully as he directed lunch. Probably reporters, thought Jake. Each time Claude drew nigh and glared, they obediently picked up and gnawed a rib. They had not experienced ribs before, and it was obvious to everyone they were from the North. They had wanted chef salads, but Claude cursed them, and told them to eat barbecue or leave. Then he announced to the crowd these silly fools wanted chef salads.
Make friends with fear, Lucien always said, because it will not go away, and it will destroy you if left uncontrolled. The fear hit deep in his bowels, and he walked carefully downstairs to the restroom.
The beer stores opened at noon on Sunday, as if the church folks needed it then and would stop on the way home from the Lord’s house to pick up a couple of six-packs, then on to Grandmother’s for Sunday dinner and an afternoon of hell-raising. Oddly, they would close again at six in the afternoon, as if the same folks should then be denied beer as they returned to church for the Sunday night services. On the other six days beer was sold from six in the morning until midnight. But on Sunday, the selling was curtailed in honor of the Almighty.
