Saturday, September 7, 2013

the last book I ever read (Jim Thompson's The Killer Inside Me, excerpt five)

from The Killer Inside Me by Jim Thompson:

It was around nine o’clock in the morning. By rights, I should have been headed for the courthouse. But I wasn’t knocking myself out, these days, to get downtown; and Dad had always laid himself out for any doctors that came around.

“I’ve thought about selling it, off and on,” I said, “but that’s about as far as it’s gone. I’ve never taken any steps in that direction. But come in, anyway. Doctors are always welcome in this house.”

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