Mayor Clifford Earl Stroud, the Third died the way no politician wants to die—on top of a woman who was not his wife.
Trouble was me and Tommy Ray Petty didn't know Mayor Stroud was having a heart attack while we were siphoning the gas out of his brand-new 1954 Caddy. The white Fleetwood gleamed in the moonlight like a beached whale as I removed the gas cap and threaded a piece of a rubber hose into the tank.
A match flickered in the darkness when Tommy Ray lit up a cigarette. Momma always said he wasn’t quite right.
"Tommy Ray, it ain't a good idea to smoke and steal gas at the same time."
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