Bud
Copyright© 2015 by Bill Offutt
Chapter 38
"Jeeze, a whole pack," Charlie Michaels said as Bud ripped off the red cellophane strip and tore away some of the tinfoil. "Where'd you get 'em?"
"My father's store; where else? He's got plenty under the counter, saves 'em for his old customers, Chesterfields, Luckies, everything." Bud shook out a cigarette and tapped it on his thumbnail. His friend took one and dug out his shiny Zippo lighter. They lit up and leaned back against the dirt wall of their dugout, comfortably slumped, legs extended toward each other.
The boys had experimented with various forms of tobacco including snuff, Red Man chewing tobacco, Mail Pouch roll-your-own cigarettes, and even Indian cigars, but finally decided they would stick to just plain cigarettes when they could get them. Charlie favored Kools, but Bud stuck to Camels.
"I brought a couple more magazines," Charlie said, tossing a dog-eared copy of Pic toward Bud. "You got any more a'those Marine ones? Boy, some good pin-ups in those." He pointed to the picture of a blonde in a fuzzy pink sweater pasted to the side of the orange crate that was the only furniture in their underground hideout.
"Naw, my brother brought me those, before he went overseas." Bud blew smoke toward the roof where some roots hung down between the sheets of rusty corrugated metal that they had used to cover the hole they dug. By the light of a single candle the boys studied the pictures of the girls in sweaters and bathing suits and traded magazines with each other.
"You hear about Molly getting in trouble?" Charlie asked after failing in his attempts to blow smoke rings by tapping his cheek.
"Your sister?"
"Yeah, the one with the big boobs, Dad caught her out on the swing with this guy from the Naval Hospital. The porch light was off too."
"No shit!" said Bud, lighting another Camel from the butt on the one he had been smoking. "Sailor or Marine?" He flicked the glowing butt out the entrance, admiring the distance he got.
"A corpsman, that's what she said."
Bud spit out a shard of tobacco and watched his friend blow smoke out his nose. "What's a corpsman?"
"Damn if I know," said Charlie. "Anyhow, I think this guy had her shirt unbuttoned and Dad, he nearly blew a gasket."
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