Read Pluto Walks the Earth, Chapter 7: Sex and Candy
Gus
There is this guy who comes into the store some mornings, coupla times a month, Manuel Baerga. Why does he? He’s some sort of maintenance guy, and Mary Lou would have jobs for him, which never seem to take very long, but I always pay him from the till. Maybe $150 one day, $300 the next, $200, $500. I never quite know what he’s working on in the back of the store, but he doesn’t usually spend a whole lot of time. Very nice guy. A short, stocky fellow with a thick bang of black hair barely combed over his forehead and a perpetual grin, the kind that you don’t know if he’s smiling at you or laughing about something. The smile comes with a gap between his top front teeth you could drive his F-150 through. He usually wears cargo shorts drooping over his knees and tan work boots that have very much been worked in. Sometimes he’s in a wifebeater, sometimes a yellow polo shirt with a logo of something or other on it.