Back at the farmhouse, the old man picked up the whisky bottle from the kitchen table, poured himself another drink and plopped down on the ancient Lay-z-boy recliner.

"How long it take, Jake?" asked the old woman.

"Not long," he grunted. "They ain't et since Sunday."

"Git a better sign. Attract mo' folks."

"Nah, the sign's okay. Anyway, we don't need a crowd," said the old man, taking a long, hard swallow.

"What yer goin' do with his ca............