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Chuck

The old Smith was known as "Chuck." So she had been given the usual nickname patrons of the bar of a forgotten suburb of the city, hairy arms, as do the sleeves rolled left and the red nose, although this was almost a feature of all in one place.
One night with several rounds of beers over, confessed to killing the woman. Of course nobody believed him. In the old Elvira, sullen and little given to people in the area, saw her every afternoon sweeping the sidewalk and from time to time, shaking the carpets.
- When che? When you kill her? - Someone asked.
- been so long since lost count - said with his mouth to one side.
Since then, cross the street, no one who does not yell "goodbye baboon murderer. "Of course, laughs the old Smith and the other. In the neighborhood, that is like a joke and even smaller scare the promise to" call the mandrel murderer. "
Smith yet Although he laughed, he never say a word about it. The women of the block were sure what was said, had reached the ears of Elvira and so, or had reprimanded or, threatened to denounce the police. It was likely, they said, at least, they would have acted that way.
was also true, on the other hand, never saw them together. For many, that defined the relationship. Reason for the old spent hours in the bar and wife, hours cooped up indoors.

"Chuck" was silly, but it was alcohol. Screwed up that night, but, arguably, was unharmed. If you thought it was the best facade. "Twenty years? That amazing how time passed. If they had children, would not have been so easy. Elvira luckily was not very sociable.
not cost him anything to get one of the old and horrific full-length dresses who in life was his wife, a wig, a pair of earrings, get a good shave and go sweep the sidewalk for several minutes or, grab a stick and hit him about five minutes on the carpets in the house, in view of all. Twenty years
as usual. For some time the consortium bag buried in the back of the courtyard should contain only bones. And fortunately, nobody was interested. Not confessing he had believed.
always been easy and now more. Walk the streets like everyone else, exposing the ignorance of the rest. He is respectful and kind when sober and almost ends asleep when drunk.
He has not talk about it. But if you ask for "Chuck, how you killed your contat jermu" he responds politely, "I will not go around the bush" and with elegance, returned again to his drink.