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...floating of the city's debt, with full federal guarantees (comparable to the guarantees offered, say, on Puerto Rican bonds). The Treasury should peg the interest rate on these bonds to the fluctuating interest rate on the government's own notes, and set it about 1/4% to 1/2% higher...
...light: everything faded and the Sawtooths curved about us and we curved about Pegleg. He kept right on talking: showing his tricks to Bridget and Jenny, hanging a whirlpool device on the pool's ladder. Bridget and Jenny would grab the ladder, around the device, and Peg would grab their ankles and stretch them out flat, spreading their legs a bit, and they would giggle and Peg would spread a bit more and ask if it didn't feel damn good. Peg's wife appeared from nowhere and he told her to get some moonshine and homemade wine...
Just a sip out of the Jack Daniels bottle in which Peg kept his hot as ice and clear as crystal brew was enough to feel a hell of a jolt, but Daniel had to go and pour the whole thing into his beer and Gay came back and, taking off her denims, climbed into the tub and suddenly it was right. Shooting stars peeled off the cob of the Milky Way, iridescent silk whipped off the rich black and yellow health of night, plunging into the darkness of the valley where a pair of headlights twined down the pass...
Calling it a night, Peg climbed out, telling Daniel to pull the plug when he was finished. Bridget and he stopped this writhing, uncoiling out of the water like salamanders; slickly limp, warm, shivering. Briggs and Jenny headed up to the Delac where Gay wasn't, Jenny telling Briggs about Gay's black eyes, the bandaged stabs on her arm, the bruises on he chest. And Gay was dying of T.B. and wouldn't go see a doctor and Briggs leaned back against the Delac, its door open and insides all aglow in the depth of nothing, and our odds...
Daniel, Bridget and I followed Peg up to his tiny, one-room cabin. A loaded shot-gun and squat, scoped hunting rifle hung over the door, a long-necked banjo and the Thompson over the bed. Peg turned on his tape deck, gave Peanut a piece of licorice, and pulled out the Thompson's clip: 90 rounds a minute of bloated, stumpy bullets. Peanut cried and Pegleg picked his banjo and Daniel got down on the floor where the child was and then wasn't when her mother picked her up, and said how she had the life and wasn...