Pulp Fiction, 1943 · page 73 of 100
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Meet Me Under the Graudstand By George Richmond When that sharp-eyed grandstand shark saw Tom Mellick at bat fer the Grays, he knew something was screwy on the diamond. For a man can’t be in two places at once and Tom Mellick was sup- posed to be in the Army. He wondered what was being double-crossed—Uncle Sam’s soldiers or the pen- nant hopes of the Grays. ind the desk looked up with ex- for going to pieces like a stage-struck asperation. “Quit stuttering, boy, schoolboy. He could feel clammy sweat in when I ask you a question, You’re Mellick, the palms of his hands and he knew his aren’t you?” eheeks must be red as apples. He said: “Y-yes, sir.” : “TI got your wire, Mr. Turner. i’m glad ¥i sk stocky gray-haired man be- Jeff bit on his lip and cussed himself h IDOOKSECOM: GoM (@)