Michael Malone - Weebly

of a dim corridor. Behind the one for men, Limus
Barnum stood at the urinal. Three drinks in succession
had left him with a frustrated sense of imbalance, but
had at least relaxed him enough to relieve his bladder:
what if his body should refuse to obey him altogether
and stop functioning? He shook out the urine angrily.
From outside the door Sarah MacDermott's voice
yowled and screeched at him. Still here, wasting all this
money on beer, half-drunk, when she claimed the whole
time she could only pay thirty a month on that color
Zenith. Sometimes he thought the Irish were as bad as
the niggers. That trashy blouse she was wearing looked
like she'd stolen it from one.
On the phone Sarah was telling Eddie that his father
was on the way home because they had forgotten the
wallet accidentally, so if the little ones were still awake
or Eddie had let all hell break loose, he had better hide
the traces fast before that door opened; and she hoped
that his Aunt Orchid was being given some slight chance
to sleep in peace. As she hung up, she turned and was
face to face with Maynard Henry, who had waited,
unnoticed, for her to finish. "Mary, Mother of God!