Eps 592: donny cooze
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Tom Shelton
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I watch him, shaking my hand, pull the briefcase out of my lap, crack the handle and give me a glass of Strathisla, as if that didn't help my nerves. I let Ellio know that in the next few days, maybe even a week or two, he will be able to read what he thinks of his story.
I don't look at Thomas, who hands me the wallet with the photos, but Ellio, the man in the white shirt, his eyes wide open and mouth open.
Thirteen-year-old Donny Baldwin is lying on a bed, looking freshly washed and a little disheveled, a mop of unruly blond hair covering his face. The freckles that touch his nose have relatives on his shoulders, and his chest and stomach are covered by a light blue vest. In all the photos he is in a state of undress, but unlike the other two he is only short - chest-high and wearing only a short white shirt and shorts. Donnie does not look troubled in any of these photos; he seems to sleep in each photo.
The investigation at the time concluded that no crime had been committed and no crimes were being investigated. He was an outlier, and the idea that any police officers were involved is a sleaze; he was just a child with a bad attitude and a lack of respect for law enforcement.
Eisenhower had only one final audit to pass the Eastern Association of Academics and Schools, and he declined. He put the brakes on improving state test scores, reducing violence and the home stretch with wit and accreditation, but his future seemed cold.
I think Tony has worn me down a bit, but he has also rebuilt my credit and disguised me, and I think I have disguised myself. He lived in a small house on the outskirts of the city, in an old exposed brick building with no windows and no sanitation. The place was decorated with a beautiful oil painting, which he had bought from a local artist who had a studio in the neighborhood.
We checked into our room at the Trump Taj Mahal a few hours before Donny's bachelor party and hit rush hour traffic. We had talked about this meeting all week before, but at some point we had to stay out. I had a great time out of it, we met some of the best people I've ever met in my life, all of whom had crossed the casino line.
I learned that Chastity was preparing to go to reception and take a walk on the beach until sunset. She came back so we could have a romantic breakfast at plate, go back to our room to enjoy our little morning pleasures, throw our towels and head to the bedroom for round two.
I don't know exactly what she did at the time, but I bet she was looking at the ring before she put it back in his suitcase and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth. The next day, however, she wrote a diary entry that went something like this: 'We didn't talk about it until after the meeting. I didn't write that in my diary, and the handwriting is barely legible, so I finished the entry there. She went to bed And I bet she kept joking with her ring until she had to put the rings back in her suitcase.
I followed him to the hotel bar and had him get a shot and a beer, and then the kid started to feel better. So I just put on a big smile and tried not to say much, but when people talked to her, she just nodded and smiled and nodded. I told her to pretend she wasn't disturbing Donny's wedding, "she said," and she said no.
The child smiled and pretended that things were normal, hugging and shaking hands and all that. The alcohol brought some colour back to the thing, although the lobby was still in the fog, "he said.
Some people asked where chastity was, and the child said that she had a really bad stomach and could not make it.
He said that the whole room was full of people he had known for years and he felt a million miles away, cut off from all but his pals who were proud and happy and had a mind of their own. He said he felt sad and alone when he saw Donny saying his vows made him sad and alone, but when he said them I felt better, "he said. Kid wasn't a big drinker, so he was a bit pumped up, he said, cutting everyone off except his mate, who was proud and happy of himself.