THE ICEMAN COMETH By J.E. Marshall “The days grow hot, O Babylon! ‘Tis cool beneath thy willow trees!” ~ REVOLUTION by Ferdinand Freiligrath. Three streetwalkers walked into the Low Tide Inn Saloon. “Hey Lucky, this place looks like a morgue! Where’s Spoon?” Connie entered the room with her trademark, over-the-top, imperturbability. She surveyed the room where all nine drunkards, except for Professor of Literature, Lawrence Swink, had passed out while predicting how fantastic this visit from Teddy Ray Quinn was going to be. April and Maggie lagged behind, distancing themselves from Connie’s increasingly annoying entrances. “He’s probably asleep,” Lucky Malloy, the night bartender answered. “You girls better get Quinn’s room ready.” Quinn started hosting these parties the year his beloved wife Kathy died. The men figured it helped Quinn deal with the loneliness. Quinn had a special bond with Harold Hayes. Harold had also recently lost his wife, Ha...