moon no longer needed to manufacture moonshine.
Finding that Grammer was away, Bill asked one of the workers
for several jars of whiskey. He took a swig. In a nearby pasture,
Grammer’s prized horses often roamed. How easy it would have
been for Bill, the old horse thief, to mount one and disappear. Bill
drank some more. Then he and his friend drove back to Fairfax,
passing the strings of lightbulbs—the ’fraid lights, as they were
called—that shivered in the wind.
Bill dropped his friend off, and when he got home, he pulled his
Studebaker in to the garage. Rita was in the house with Nettie
Brookshire, a nineteen-year-old white servant who often stayed
over.
Rita Smith and her servant Nettie Brookshire at a summer
retreat Credit 29