![]() ![]() His fingers tightened on the glass and he seemed about to throw it at me I felt for the sap under the bar. Silently I poured a double shot of Old Underwear and left the bottle. He had a load on, and his face showed that he despised people more than usual. He had a lethal style of infighting, like a female cop-reason I wanted him. If he felt nasty, he would wait for somebody to make something of it. ![]() He wasn't swish his nickname came from what he always said when some nosy type asked him his line: "I'm an unmarried mother." If he felt less than murderous he would add: "at four cents a word. ![]() I didn't like his looks-I never had-but he was a lad I was here to recruit, he was my boy. The Unmarried Mother was a man twenty-five years old, no taller than I am, childish features and a touchy temper. Temporal agents always notice time and date we must. zone five, or eastern time, November 7th, 1970. 1970-NTC- "Pop's Place": I was polishing a brandy snifter when the Unmarried Mother came in. ![]()
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