One less thing to worry about. A nice, safe place to stay. “You boys know our Naomi here’s a runaway bride?” “She left some guy standing in a church and stole his car!” Waylay announced with pride. I picked up the bottle of wine and topped off Liza’s glass and then my own. “You know, where I’m from, we mind our own business.” “Better not be expecting that in a place like Knockemout,” Liza advised. “What did he do?” Nash asked. But he wasn’t asking me, he was asking Waylay. She shrugged. “Dunno. She won’t say. But I bet it was something bad. ’Cause that was a real nice dress she ran out in. It
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