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Shannie led h Fernwood and under shade trees that dotted the ridgeline To our left, traffic raced along the Expressway We followed the ridge until we cae maple tree, its base so thick that each of its four li the way, Shannie cli up and boosting her butt Instead I eyed it I forever compare other's to hers "Take a look down there That's where we're headed"

"A junkyard?" Behind a hedgeroere piles of old refrigerators and stoves, washers and dryers Beyond was an auto graveyard Shannie called the place gi-normus "It's more than a junkyard - it's a treasure chest You never knohat you ht find And we, my friend, have the keys - sort of" Mischief fell over Shannie's face "Count and I can get in and out whenever ant No one else knows"

"Let's go"

"Hold your horses We'reCount He kind of has tickets," Shannie said

"Tickets" Why do you need tickets? I thought you get in whenever you felt like it"

"We can But, it takes a bribe" Shannie curled her brow "I'd hate to see the dog have you for lunch It knows me and Count You're new blood"

"Bribe him? With what? A can of ALPO?" I asked

"We're not You are Just Jaainst a li one at Fried?"

"A big, mean one," Shannie teased

"Great"

"A word to the wise, don't corow on hi?" I repeated

"Rottweiler "

"Shit," Iry one with a taste for flesh"

"Fucking Friedman's," Count ruet a decent piece You'd think with the business we give them they would save us decent scraps Damn Jews"

"They're German" Shannie said

"Jews, Krauts" Count waved his hand "They're all the same"

"You're such a redneck," Shannie said