Chronicles of Lucifer Jones Vol 4 1934-1938 Hazards by Mike Resnick
By Mike Resnick
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Cleaning. Having babies. ” said Consuela ominously. “Now don’t you go putting words in my mouth,” I said angrily. ” Which wasn’t exactly true, as I was in the front row of the 5-Star Rialto Burlesque the night they arrested her precisely because she proved she did know one end from the other, but I didn’t see no reason to be so nit-picky. “I have the distinct impression that you don’t appreciate the members of my sex,” said Consuela. ” I said hotly. ” I noticed a kind of angry murmuring starting to gain steam among the other women.
You been a busy boy, Horace,” I said. ” I said.
We got to take the night off when it became José again, and they pulled out a bunch of old signs from some garage or attic. By noon of the next day it was Riccardo, and that evening, before poor Riccardo even had time to eat his first meal in office, he was forcibly retired and Joe and I painted a few dozen more signs telling everyone that they were now entering the friendly city of Miguel, and I found myself starting to wonder why San Palmero didn’t produce more painters of worldwide renown, given how much free training they were supplied.