A Crying Shame (168 page)

You have them, too?”

Oh, my good man,”—Karl waved his hand—
heavens, yes! Don't you realize people don't use common sense or good judgment when electing politicians? In any country of the world. It's a personality contest, that's all. And a disgrace, in my opinion. Please ... don't get me started.”

Yes, for pity's sake.” Walter smiled.
Please don't. Karl becomes unbearable when discussing the politics of the world. He professes to be an expert in the field, but in reality he knows nothing of the subject. I doubt he's voted in thirty years.” A mischievous smile crossed his lips. He looked at Tammy.
Karl is in remarkable physical condition for a man of his advanced years, don't you agree, dear?”

And away we go,” Debra muttered.

Tammy shifted her butt around in a futile attempt to find a more comfortable position. Maybe next time she suggested the back door she'd first better lay in a supply of White Rose Petroleum Jelly.
Oh, I like older men,” she cooed.

You must.” Walter puffed on his pipe.
Since Karl is a World War Two veteran.”

That would make you ...” Tammy began counting on her fingers.

You may cease your fumblings at your Caucasian abacus.” Karl placed a huge hand over Tammy's. He gave Walter a dark look.
I am forty-four. I was not yet seven when the war reached its only just and moral conclusion. Walter tells huge lies. I ran away from home quite young and joined the French Foreign Legion. About a year ahead of Jon's enlistment. We fought together in southeast Asia.”