He was so polite when he came to the temple. Bowing down before the vyasasana and the Deities and offering all respects to the devotees. He would come on Sunday all dressed up and spiffy clean with his chief wife.
One time I was taking the trolley and it was very crowded. No seats. Then from somewhere in the back Macy motioned for me to please come and take his seat. He moved to another section of the car and stood the whole way. Another time he paid my fare.
Then one day we heard he had been killed in a gun fight.
His chief wife came to the temple to tell us and that she was having his body cremated and the remains she was taking to India to be put in the Ganges, because that was what he had asked for.
His chief wife came to the temple to tell us and that she was having his body cremated and the remains she was taking to India to be put in the Ganges, because that was what he had asked for.
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