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.She did not pause to check her coat or to admire the stunning paintings of Robert E.Lee and Lighthorse Harry.Judy Hammer had little interest in a hundred-and-eight-year-old club founded by former Confederate officers who, according to the original charter, wished to promote social intercourse and maintain a library.The door to the board room on the first floor was shut.She opened it slowly and quietly as Lelia Ehrhart held forth.Hammer scanned the faces of City Councilman Reverend Solomon Jackson, Mayor Stuart Lamb, Lieutenant Governor June Miller, NationsBank president Dick Albright, Richmond-Times Dispatch publisher James Eaton, and Metropolitan Richmond Convention & Visitors Bureau president Fred Ross.The men glanced at Hammer.Several of them nodded.All of them looked restless and ready to tell Ehrhart to commit suicide.Hammer found a seat.'.It's so much and more than the city of the deads,' Ehrhart was saying with authority.'It is the Valhalla of we brave mens who carried the Southern Cross into their bosom of deadly, waving it for the because of states' right, to at last be buried, many we don't know who, in Hollywood.'Ehrhart would have been a stunning blond were it not for several physical flaws that caused her to be more unpleasant and driven than she otherwise might have been.Her hair wasn't really as blond as she let on, and as she got older it was getting darker, requiring frequent trips to the Simon & Gregory hair salon.Nor did arduous hours with her personal trainer remedy her genetically coded long neck, narrow shoulders, tiny breasts and broad hips.Ehrhart covered up as best she could, exclusively in Escada.This morning she was dazzling in a blaze orange skirt and blouse with matching earrings, pumps and purse.Hammer, out of breath and perspiring beneath her gray pinstripe suit, thought Ehrhart looked like a traffic cone.'Two presidents and five governors are restful there,' she preached.'Not to forget, also, Brigadier Generals Armistead, Gracie, Gregg, Morgan, Paxton, Stafford and Hill.''Hill was a major general,' Lieutenant Governor Miller remarked blandly.'And all the generals you just mentioned were interred in Hollywood only for a time.Aren't still there, in other words.'Ehrhart had found the seven names in the back of a booklet listing Confederate States of America generals, and had not noticed nor comprehended the parenthetical phrase interred for a time.Indeed, it wasn't until this moment she realized her husband's alleged ancestor, General Bull Paxton, was among the seven war heroes whose remains she was now being told had been moved out of the cemetery.Ehrhart refused to stand corrected.'I believe I'm in the right.' She smiled coolly at the lieutenant governor.'You're not,' he matter-of-factly replied in a voice that rarely rose or showed strain.'There are twenty-five generals in Hollywood, but not those seven.You might want to go back and check your booklet.''What booklet?'The one you didn't read very carefully,' he said.CHAPTER twenty-threeBubba, Smudge, Half Shell and Tree Buster had spent the night in the woods.This was not by choice.When Bubba had blasted the rubber rattlesnake and Smudge had taken a flying leap, Smudge had ended up with a bump on his head.Smudge was confused and disoriented and bleeding a little.This left navigation entirely in Bubba's hands.It meant he alone had to restrain two dogs on leashes to make sure that one or both of them didn't go after a coon.'Watch the root there,' Bubba said to Smudge as they trudged through brush and trees so thick they could have been in a rain forest for all Bubba knew.'How far?' Smudge slurred.'Can't be much farther.' Bubba said what he had been saying for the past eight hours.Smudge wasn't going to be able to walk much longer.It was a good thing Bubba had brought food, although it was a shame he had stuffed half of his Cheez Whiz sandwich in a knothole.Boy, what he wouldn't give for that now.At least water wasn't a problem.The fucking stuff was everywhere, and each time they happened upon it, Half Shell would dig in her feet and bark, and Bubba would have to carry her over another creek, some of which were very swift and deep.The only thing that kept Bubba going was anger.'I still can't get over what a rotten thing that was to do,' he said to Smudge yet once again.Smudge was too exhausted and disoriented to answer
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