Saturday's Storyteller: "Bacon gravy is a hell of a drug."
by Belinda Roddie "Bacon gravy is a hell of a drug." "Isn't it?" Leslie sighed, rolling on her side on the couch while massaging her swollen belly. Wally could still see flecks of grease glistening on the corners of her mouth. "But no overdose. It's a win-win." It had been twenty minutes since Robbie, Bert, and Tara had gone home after the quintet's morning-drunken breakfast. Never had biscuits and country fried chicken tasted so good with whiskey, pilfered from Leslie's father's pantry. Nor had pancake mix seemed so difficult to work with - that plan had flown out the window after having to whip out the vacuum. Still, the day had been successful thus far, and now all that was left for Leslie and Wally to do was force their bloated bodies off the cushions and go for a motorcycle ride on the backroads of town. "We ought to stop by the drugstore," Leslie told Wally as she settled herself on her brand new Harley, st