I poured two cups of coffee and gave one to him. He dropped his hat and gloves on the carpet and sat down in the big chair. Then Chef hugged Wes again, hitched his pants, and got in his big car and drove away. I’m sorry, Wes, but you’ll have to look for another house. I’m glad I’m in a position to help, Chef said. Chef told Wes that Linda’s husband had taken his fishing boat out a few weeks back and nobody had heard from him since. ![]() Why’s that, Chef? Chef said his daughter, Linda, the woman Wes used to call Fat Linda from the time of his drinking days, needed a place to live and this place was it. I heard Chef say to Wes God knows he was sorry but he was going to have to ask us to leave at the end of the month. Chef walked over and put his arm around Wes’s shoulders. He took off his hat and wiped his face with the back of his hand. ![]() ![]() He was wearing his gloves and a canvas hat. Wes stopped what he was doing and stood up. Chef got out of his car and hitched his pants. I could see his car, the access road and the freeway, and, behind the freeway, the dunes and the ocean. One afternoon Wes was in the yard pulling weeds when Chef drove up in front of the house.
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