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telephone and poked four digits on his console“Gimme the Redhead, you sweet thing,” he
intoned, exaggerating his already pronounced Georgia accent
“Yes, sir,” said the flattered secretary“He’s on another line but I’ll interruptJust hold on a sec,
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“You’re the loveliest of the peaches, lovely child
“Oh, golly, thank you! Now just hold on
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“That you, Cull?” came the voice of Redhead over the line, intruding on Parnell’s thoughts as he
wrote a seventh obscenity on the legal pad
“You’re momma-letchin’ right, boy, and we got a problem! The fricassee bitch is doin’ it again
I got our Wall Streeters inked in for a table at the reception on the twenty-fifth, the one for the new
French ambassador and she says we gotta bump ’em for some core-dee-ballet fruitcakes—she says
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interests goin’ for them, and this White House bash could put ’em on topEvery frog on the Bourse
will think they got the ears of the whole town here!”
“Forget it, Cull,” broke in the anxious Redhead, “We may have a bigger problem, and I don’t
know what it means
“What’s that?”
“When we were back in Saigon, did you ever hear of something or someone called Snake
Lady?”
“I heard a hell of a lot about snake eyes,” chuckled Parnell, “but no Snake LadyWhy?”
“The fellow I was just talking to—he’s going to call back in five minutes—sounded as though
he was threatening meI mean actually threatening me, Cull! He mentioned Saigon and omega watches prices implied
that something terrible happened back then and repeated the name Snake Lady several times as if I
should have run for cover
“You leave that son of a bitch to me!” roared Parnell, interrupting“I know exactly what that
bastard’s talking about! This is that snotty bitch first assistant of mine—that’s the fuckin’ Snake
Lady! You give that slug worm my number and tell him I know all about his horseshit!”
“Will you please tell me, Cull?”
“What the hell, you were there, RedheadSo we had a few games going, even a few mini
casinos, and some clowns lost a couple of shirts, but there was nothin’ soldiers haven’t done since
they threw craps for chanel purses Christ’s clothes! We just put it on a higher plane and maybe tossed in a few
broads who’d have been walkin’ the streets anywayNo, Redhead, that elegant-ass, so-called
assistant thinks she’s got somethin’ on me—that’s why she’s goin’ through you, ’cause everybody
knows we’re buddiesYou tell that slime to call me and I’ll settle his grits along with that bitch’s
twat! Oh, boy, she made a wrong move! My Wall Streeters are in and her pansies are out!”
“Okay, Cull, I’ll simply refer him to you,” said the Redhead, otherwise known as the vice
president of the United States, as he hung up the phone
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