Little Follies, “Do Clams Bite?” Chapter 17 concludes: “Let me tell you about Black Jacques,” my father said. He drew a long breath and took a pull at his beer. He glanced at Grandfather. When he looked back at me, I looked hard into his eyes, and I said to myself, “He’s going to make this up.”
35: “Let me tell you . . .”
35: “Let me tell you . . .”
35: “Let me tell you . . .”
Little Follies, “Do Clams Bite?” Chapter 17 concludes: “Let me tell you about Black Jacques,” my father said. He drew a long breath and took a pull at his beer. He glanced at Grandfather. When he looked back at me, I looked hard into his eyes, and I said to myself, “He’s going to make this up.”