Strange Peaches
Strange Peaches by Edwin "Bud" Shrake
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"Franklin scrambled to his feet. He had aged very much for only a year to have passed. He was not more than fifty, but he had turned the corner. His hair was thinner and grayer, his flesh dry and loose under his chin where a year before it had been tight. His nose seemed sharper and had taken on a reddish hue. Broken veins spread across his cheeks. His stomach was rounder and more prominent, his liver swollen, but he still looked fierce as an ostrich.
"Girls, clean this stuff up," Franklin said. He tossed Gretchen a large airline flight bag. "Stick it in there."
Billy Bob lobbed a money ball into the flight bag.
"How much loot is this?" he asked.
"Two hundred thousand," said Franklin.
"Your birthday present?" the Colonel asked.
"Little Earl wants to give it to some A-rab," said Franklin.
I sat in an overstuffed chair and closed my eyes. Behind the flying worms were other strange-colored shapes. Colonel Burnett opened the drapes to let daylight in as Gretchen and Jerre scooped money into the flight bag. The Colonel looked down on Pennsylvania Avenue and jiggled the ice cubes in his drink.
"Hey, John Lee, here's your picture in the Post," Billy Bob said.
"Yours was in there once in handcuffs," said Gretchen.
"That wasn't damn handcuffs! I had my hands behind my back is all," Billy Bob said. He showed me the picture of myself on the television page. Since I had grown long hair and a mustache, whenever I saw my picture or a reflection it took a moment for me to recognize myself.
TV Cowboy
Quits Show
John Lee Wallace, one of the stars of the popular Western series Six Guns Across Texas, revealed on the Tonight show in New York that he will not return to California when the series resumes filming late this fall. The actor said he intends to shoot a film of his own in Texas, probably in his hometown of Dallas. Norman Feldman, producer of Six Guns Across Texas, told me today that Wallace's action is "preposterous nonsense. John Lee tends to be somewhat erratic, you might even say bizarre, in his behavior. This is merely an example of his whimsy. He will definitely be back on the show. . . ."
"Ain't it kind of stupid to quit?" said Billy Bob.
"I like to keep it moving," I said.
"Are you really a star?" asked Jerre.
"No," I said.
"Seems like I would of heard of you," she said.
"Here's his goddamn picture to prove it," said Billy Bob.
Jerre's round gray eyes studied the photograph, lashes popping like butterfly wings.
"I never saw that show," she said.
"It's about a old man and his crippled brother and his son and three orphan boys that live on a big ranch and shoot ever'body's ass off if they mess around," said Billy Bob.
"Are they queers?" Jerre asked.
"Queers! Shit-fire, this is a family Western show!" Billy Bob said.
"I hate violence," said Jerre.
"Hasn't the Colonel asked you to pound his bobo with a slipper?" Gretchen said.
"I don't do them things," said Jerre.
"Well, you should of seen John Lee when he played Tarzan," Billy Bob said.
Jerre looked at me skeptically.
"How long ago was that?" she said.
"Right after he left Dallas to go be a star," said Billy Bob. "He give up his TV show where he was doing real good on the news, and we thought he was crazy and ruint, and next thing I saw of him he was running through the woods with a towel around his waist."
"Maybe that explains his hair, but Tarzan never had no mustache," Jerre said.
"He only made one movie as Tarzan," Billy Bob said.
"Did they use a double for Tarzan," Jerre asked me.
"For a lot of body shots and swinging in the branches and swimming underwater and for most of the animal rassling," I said.
"How come with so many real guys who could do it and would love to of got the chance they had to use a fake Tarzan?" she said.
"Tarzan was never real live in the first place," said Billy Bob.
"They wrote him up in a book, he was a English prince," Jerre said.
Franklin came out of the bedroom wearing a dark suit, white shirt and white tie. His cheeks were powdered, and the aroma of cologne floated around him. He hefted the flight bag and gave a hundred-dollar bill to each of the women.
"That A-rab can't count high enough to miss a couple of these," he said.
Franklin zipped the bag and hung it over his shoulder. Billy Bob phoned for a bellhop. In the lobby an assistant manager leaped around his desk to beg Franklin's prompt return. Franklin got into the front seat of the limousine and told the driver to take us to a luncheon club for drinks. I sat in the jump seat with one knee mashed against the warmth of Jerre's thigh. The club was in a hotel. Billy Bob Teagarden pushed a button, and we heard a click. A carved wooden eye looked at us from a gilded triangle. We walked through a room that had a small bar of black tufted leather with a brass rail. Mounted fish gleamed against paneled walls. Billy Bob led us on into a room that had a player piano, stools with red leather tops, a sofa and two cocktail tables. The flight bag swung from his shoulder as Franklin sat down on a stool made from an elephant's foot. He left the bag on the floor and went to the bar, and we heard him muttering into the telephone. I peered into the third room at the dining table and paintings of pheasants. When Franklin returned, Billy Bob was telling Jerre about Franklin's appearance in court the day before, when Franklin had been called to recount what he knew about Billy Bob bribing a congressman to make sure a bill that raised the tax on earth-moving equipment never got out of committee.
"Two marshals had to go in the can and catch Francis by the feet and drag him out of a stall," Billy Bob said. Franklin stopped to light a cigar and summon a scant smile. Among Franklin's friends there was very little that might not be told about one another, except of course nobody told stories about Big Earl or Little Earl within their hearing. "Francis was shaking and sweating like he had malaria," said Billy Bob. "They put him on the stand and started asking if he was on the board of directors of this or that corporation–and he didn't know!"
"Nobody's perfect," Franklin said.
Being Big Earl's top executive and one of his few partners of consequence–Big Earl didn't have much use for partners–Franklin was involved with hundreds of corporations, many only as a name on a document.
"They got to naming off these corporations and asking if he was on the board, and old Francis got to guessing," said Billy Bob. "He'd say yes or no like calling heads or tails. He had a bad streak of guessing wrong. Finally they come to the Kum Klean Soap Company. You could see Francis looking at them gals on the jury like he knew ever' one of them used that soap."
"They all looked like my sister-in-law," said Franklin.
"The U.S. Attorney is a smart little Jew. He said ‘all right, Mr. Franklin, are you on the board of the Kum Klean Soap Company?' Francis looked at them gals and pulled hisself up straight and said ‘yes, sir, I sure am.' The Jew said ‘no you ain't.' Francis said ‘well, boy, I wish I was.'"
Jerre looked at Franklin as if he had confessed to being a vice-squad officer. "There ain't nothing to this little deal," said Billy Bob. "They'll drop it when the papers lose interest."
"On your damn head," Franklin said.
"I use that soap myself," she said.
"Billy Bob, you're so cautious with your mouth I can't imagine how you ever got in trouble," Franklin said.
"They wouldn't let me go down on a thing as small as just trading some favors," said Billy Bob.
"Pretty popular with the Attorney General are you?" Franklin said.
Billy Bob fell to brooding. With money he had made from a company that sold spare parts for airplanes and helicopters, Billy Bob had put all eight of his children into private schools and had bought a big old house in Georgetown. What he seemed proudest of about the house was that when you opened a closet door a light automatically went on inside. At a cocktail party a year earlier he had taken me around the house opening closet doors and saying, "They'd jump through their butt if they saw this in Cotulla."
Between seizures of nausea and rushes of agitation, I ate half a bowl of cashew nuts and listened to Gretchen gossip about politicians. Gretchen had a German accent, a husband or ex-husband somewhere in the U.S. Air Force, and she was what we called an everywhere woman. Some said she was a spy for West Germany, and others said she was simply a prostitute. She was one of those people who is drawn toward power.
While Gretchen chatted on, and Billy Bob Teagarden struggled with his gloom, two young men in white linen uniforms and one in blue with a stethoscope around his neck entered the club. The two in white were wheeling a stretcher. The one in blue glanced at a piece of paper in his hand and then raised his head and looked around.
"Mr. Wallace!" he called.
"That's him!" yelled Franklin, pointing at me.
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