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>> The Piper 2 <<

He showered with lemons, a half dozen lemons, quartered, Mom's idea, which succeeded in cutting through the stench. But to be safe, he layered on one last unrinsed coat after drying off. He considered his own potential improvement to this old Italian fish killing poultice, powder on some sugar? No. Unproven. Stick with the lemon. Stick to the sheets, to the pillow, to anything you touch. Anyway, it'll shower off in the morning. Corn starch? No. Jimmies, chocolate jimmies. "Would you like your swill in a cake cone or sugar cone? With jimmies?" His mind wasted the short remaining evening in half awake miasmic dreams. Morning and the final rinse couldn't come fast enough. Making real money and doing the Covenant was upon him. But, details came first. A rear freezer holds so much dry ice and so much ice cream. The compressor, helps, but only helps. You need so much dry ice for so much time for so much product at this line, here, that the temperature expected at noon. Always check the day temperature on the blackboard for your route. The compressor replaces the passenger seat. It is NOT a seat. "THERE ARE TO BE NO PASSENGERS! EVER!" in that open vehicle front which lacks a driver side door, " Do you hear that? NO PASSENGERS! EVER! Repeat it back." "No passengers." "EVER!" "Ever." "Repeat it." "NO GOD DAMNED PASSENGERS EVER, SIR!!!"