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have the balls to lose her meal ticket, such as it was, not with a baby on the way.  No, something must have happened to Ricky he finally decided.  Either that or the two of them just took off.
    That made some sense to Donald.  As rotten as his life had been, he could still remember a time when he would have done that for his Sarah.  She had been everything to Donald, but just like everything he loved, the world found a way to rip it from him.  Tears tried to fill his eyes, and he fought them back.  No.  Not today.  He wasn’t going down that road today.  Donald Dixon didn’t have the patience for tears anymore.  He’d used up all he was going to and refused to shed another one.  Not for Sarah.  Not for a son that the best part of had run down his Mama’s leg.  Not for a daughter who would rather run with niggers than her own family, and certainly not for anyone else. 
    So he forced his mind back to his predicament.  He was low on beer and cigarettes, and he had no idea where his worthless son was.  He was getting pissed at Ricky, and he wanted to hold onto that mad.  Mad felt good.  Mad felt right.  It was the one thing that Donald had a good grasp of.  It was the one thing into which he could sink his rotten yellowed teeth.  It’s not so much that Donald liked being mad, he just didn’t know how else to be.  He’d spent the better part of his life mad, with the exception of a short detour he’d taken with Sarah.  Mad was comfortable.
     
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    Yancy Clower was worried.  Well, he was worried a little.  Old Man Dixon had called him looking for Ricky.  As far back as Yancy could remember Old Man Dixon had never called him for anything.  That was weirdness number one; he decided.  Weirdness number two was that he hadn’t heard from Sheila either.  She usually called him a couple of times a day just to talk, mostly about what Ricky was doing.  Sometimes she complained about being pregnant or how horrible she was feeling.  Mostly she complained about money and Ricky.  Yancy sometimes wondered if she called just hear herself talk.
    He didn’t like listening to her complain any more than Ricky or Tom and Toby Unger for that matter.  He was just more polite about it than any of them and couldn’t say no.  So Yancy figured she just didn’t have anyone else that would listen.  Her life revolved around Ricky, and none of her high school friends had stayed friends for very long after she’d hooked up with him.  Most of the townsfolk didn’t like Ricky.  Well, maybe like wasn’t the right word, not by itself at least.  The majority of the town was also afraid of Ricky.  Yancy was too, as were Tom and Toby, even though none of them would admit it.
    Ricky Dixon was a class one asshole and as mean as a badger.  No one ever messed with Ricky.  Not and keep all their teeth, that was.  Hell, the only reason Yancy had hung around with him so long was just so he wouldn’t get picked on.  Ricky would still pick on him, even beat the hell out of him on occasion for no good reason, but everyone else left him alone.  For Yancy that was enough, mostly.  He also hung around Ricky because of his sister, Terri.  Yancy’d had a crush on her since the seventh grade.
    Weirdness number three was that Ricky hadn’t shown up to work either.  That wasn’t like Ricky at all.  Say what you want about the man, he had a good job ethic.  Ricky never missed a day of work, not if he could avoid it.  Nor did he come in late.  For Ricky, work was pride.  It was the one decent thing he kept from his Mama Yancy decided.  Ricky believed in doing a good job and upholding the commitment you made to an employer when you accepted a job.  For everything else Ricky was, or what he lacked, he was a hell of an employee.
    So for Ricky to not show up and not call, Yancy knew something must be wrong.  If it wasn’t and Yancy had the law come out to Ricky’s place, he knew he would get a beating for it.  But