"My mom loves everything by Westlake," the clerk said. "No matter what name he writes under."
"Who loves Westlake?"
"You have a pretty cool mom," I said.
"Oh, yeah. She loves sex, violence and humor."
That sounds like one righteous mother.
"Skimm was standing by the stove, watching a battered tin coffee pot. He'd spent so much of his life jungled up he didn't know how to make coffee any other way but in an old beat-up pot. There were two heavy china mugs on the table, and steel spoons, but no saucers. A pint of Old Mr. Boston stood next to one mug.© Peter Rozovsky 2011
"`Sit down,' Skimm said, `she's almost ready.'
"Parker sat down at the table and lit a cigarette. `You got an ash tray?'
"`Yeah, wait a second.' Skimm looked around and then brought a saucer over to the table. `Here you are.'"