Blowfish

“Tell her your wife has given you an ultimatum. Give her some damn money to go away, buy her a bus ticket to Miami, or New York, I don’t care where the hell you send her but get rid of her. I’ve been hearing from C.J. at McKee’s Pier that you were out there, had this gal flopping all over you.” He turned gruffly to Amos. “Keep the damn thing in your pants, boy, or at least keep it away from your home town. You got it good here, you got a good wife and she isn’t dumb, so don’t mess it up. I told you I could do things for you, but you have to mind your business.”