Part V: Which Came As Some Surprise
"Your honey?" I'd eaten Kurlee's honey almost every day of my life. I used it at the coffee shop, which meant just about everyone in town, and, at least half of all tourists consumed it too.
She really was drunk.
"That's what they're saying," she said. She rocked back and forth, the blanket now around her shoulders like a shawl.
"Who's saying that?" I asked. But the mayor didn't answer me. She rocked back and forth, muttering.
"Kurlee?" I touched her shoulder to bring her out of her trance. It worked momentarily. She looked at me, almost sober, understanding, present.
Then, she threw up all over her lap.
That started my adrenaline again, like a key in a lo...
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