woman. I truly don't believe she's Mr. Drinkwater's niece, but I do believe
she'd like to seduce you, Timothy Casey."
Casey threw his
hands to his head and rolled his eyes. "Flossie, that is the most
ridiculous thing I've ever heard," he said. He shook his head one more time
for effect and stared out at the river.
Whew, he thought,
I nipped that in the bud.
Flossie, she's seduced him already.
She turned to
face him squarely. "You made your deal with Mr. Drinkwater, didn't you
enough," Casey said, beaming. He pulled out the $500 bill, brandishing it
and telling her all the benign details of the arrangement.
turned away. "I love you, Timothy Casey. I surely do," she said.
"But I can't be marryin' you if you're involved in...."
nothing illegal. I told...."
"Well, let me
tell you," Flossie snapped, whirling around, her green eyes searing.
" Mudville loves you, Mr. Casey. Why, I've heard Mr. Evans tell that you're
bringin' the whole East Side back to life, you are. Can't you see what Mr.
Drinkwater and that wicked lady want? They want to build a trolley line way out
in the opposite direction from Mudville, practically to Devonbury, to move
everything out there. Can't you understand what he'll do to Mudville?"
it's just good old American business know-how."