#290894 - I had been just twelve when he disappeared one Saturday in June and as the years had passed came to learn that he was a weak-willed man who hated responsibility and loved his drink. Burkendale? I muttered, Isn't that the Brannigan place? Ned, a fifty-three year old ex-railroad engineer, reached up and scratched his head through his thick wooly brown hat. Good, she replied as she began to turn away before stopping to look back at me, Hope you enjoy that French underwear, Mister Cassidy, she said with a grin as I watched her walking back up the snow covered sidewalk to where her truck was parked.
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