carolyn sykes, an attractive woman maybe ten years younger than otis, pulls the plug from the jukebox near where she's scrubbing bloodstains off the floor. she turns to look at the newcomer--
i'll be in back waiting for that delivery.
so that's him--
that must be a laugh a minute.
hey, it's the general.
come on in--
come on in.
otis sittin' up with some people at the club. i don't think he'll be long.
his hot sauce recipe won a contest last year. they sellin' it far away as san antonio. he got a lot of talent, your father.
i been here with him eight years now. he built it when he was with leora.
there was a bunch of 'em you never met. me neither.
let me show you around--
he got into all this cowboys and indians stuff awhile back. spend half his time pokin' around in the library way up to austin.
kind of like a shrine, isn't it?
your mother got a brother--alphonse--
otis stood on good terms with the man. whenever you do something makes the news, he sends it on. when they made you general, otis just about drove away all our customers going on about it.
yeah, i know--man made me memorize the whole damn army chain of command before he'd marry me. so this is a big deal, commander and all?
otis went on like you were that guy who won the gulf war. colin whatsit.
he never asked her.
catch you later, colonel.