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"Now, now," Miss Lorraine said. "Drink a little beer. You'll feel better. Miss Myrtle's took again," she said, raising her voice. "I got too tender a heart," Miss Myrtle said. She snuffled behind the handkerchief, groping for her tankard. She groped for a moment, then it touched her hand. She looked quickly up. "You, Uncle Bud!" she said. "Didn't I tell you to come out from behind there and play? Would you believe it? The other afternoon when we left here I was so mortified I didn't know what to do. I was ashamed to be seen on the street with a drunk boy like you." Miss Reba emerged from behind the screen with three glasses of gin. "This'll put some heart into us," she said. "We're setting here like three old sick cats." They bowed formally and drank, patting their lips. Then they began to talk. They were all talking at once, again in half-completed sentences, but without pauses for agreement or affirmation. "It's us girls," Miss Myrtle said. "Men just cant seem to take us and leave us for what we are. They make us what we are, then they expect us to be different. Expect us not to never look at another man, while they come and go as they please." "A woman that wants to fool with more than one man at a time is a fool," Miss Reba said. "They're all trouble, and why do you want to double your trouble? And the woman that cant stay true to a good man when she gets him, a freehearted spender that never give her a hour's uneasiness or a hard word . . ." looking at them, her eyes began to fill with a sad, unutterable expression, of baffled and patient despair. "Now, now," Miss Myrtle said. She leaned for-ward and patted Miss Reba's huge hand. Miss Lorraine made a faint clucking sound with her tongue. "You'll get yourself started." "He was such a good man," Miss Reba said. "We was like two doves. For eleven years we was like two doves." "Now, dearie; now, dearie," Miss Myrtle said. "It's when it comes over me like this," Miss Reba said. "Seeing that boy laying there under them flowers." "He never had no more than Mr. Binford had," Miss Myrtle said. "Now, now. Drink a little beer." Miss Reba brushed her sleeve across her eyes. She drank some beer. "He ought to known better than to take a chance with Popeye's girl," Miss Lorraine said. "Men dont never learn better than that, dearie," Miss Myrtle said. "Where you reckon they went, Miss Reba?" "I dont know and I dont care," Miss Reba said. "And how soon they catch him and burn him for killing that boy, I dont care neither. I dont care none." "He goes all the way to Pensacola every summer to see his mother," Miss Myrtle said. "A man that'll do that cant be all bad." "I dont know how bad you like them, then," Miss Reba said. "Me trying to run a respectable house, that's been running a shooting-gallery for twenty years, and him trying to turn it into a peep-show." "It's us poor girls," Miss Myrtle said, "causes all the trouble and gets all the suffering." "I heard two years ago he wasn't no good that way," Miss Lorraine said.
"I knew it all the time," Miss Reba said. "A young man spending his money like water on girls and not never going to bed with one. It's against nature. All the girls thought it was because he had a little woman out in town somewhere, but I says mark my words, there's something funny about him. There's a funny business somewhere." "He was a free spender, all right," Miss Lorraine said. "The clothes and jewelry that girl bought, it was a shame," Miss Reba said. "There was a Chinee robe she paid a hundred dollars for-imported, it was-and perfume at ten dollars an ounce; next morning when I went up there, they was all wadded in the corner and the perfume and rouge busted all over them like a cyclone. That's what she'd do when she got mad at him, when he'd beat her. After he shut her up and wouldn't let her leave the house. Having the front of my house watched like it was a . . ." She raised the tankard from the table to her lips. Then she halted it, blinking. "Where's my--" "Uncle Bud!" Miss Myrtle said. She grasped the boy by the arm and snatched him out from behind Miss Reba's chair and shook him, his round head bobbing on his shoulders with an expression of equable idiocy. "Aint you ashamed? Aint you ashamed? Why cant you stay out of these ladies' beer? I'm a good mind to take that dollar back and make you buy Miss Reba a can of beer, I am for a fact. Now, you go over by the window and stay there, you hear?" "Nonsense," Miss Reba said. "There wasn't much left. You ladies are about ready too, aint you? Minnie!" Miss Lorraine touched her mouth with her handkerchief. Behind her glasses her eyes rolled aside in a veiled, secret look. She laid the other hand to her flat spinster's breast. "We forgot about your heart, honey," Miss Myrtle said. "Dont you reckon you better take gin this time?" "Reely, I--" Miss Lorraine said. "Yes; do," Miss Reba said. She rose heavily and fetched three more glasses of gin from behind the screen. Minnie entered and refilled the tankards. They drank, patting their lips. "That's what was going on, was it?" Miss Lorraine said. "First I knowed was when Minnie told me there was something funny going on," Miss Reba said. "How he wasn't here hardly at all, gone about every other night, and that when he was here, there wasn't no signs at all the next morning when she cleaned up. She'd hear them quarrelling, and she said it was her wanting to get out and he wouldn't let her. With all them clothes he was buying her, mind, he didn't want her to leave the house, and she'd get mad and lock the door and wouldn't even let him in." "Maybe he went off and got fixed up with one of these glands, these monkey glands, and it quit on him," Miss Myrtle said. "Then one morning he come in with Red and took him up there. They stayed about an hour and left, and Popeye didn't show up again until next morning. Then him and Red come back and stayed up there about an hour. When they left, Minnie come and told me what was going on, so next day I waited for them. I called him in here and I says 'Look here, you son of a buh--'" She ceased. For an instant the three of them sat motionless, a little forward. Then slowly their heads turned and they looked at the boy leaning against the table.
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somebody else's wife, you start off
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stand fer nobody drinkin' hyer cep
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we stopped at Dumfries and he went
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worth, and all the rest of it you t
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"Here," Gowan said across the table
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They swung Gowan onto the bed. His
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The blind man's stick clattered aga
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house. Instead he went on across th
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"Goodwin and I were both talking. H
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him who was already dead singing ab
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"You dont think I am lawyer enough,
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kept on talking, sitting there in h
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Page 69 and 70: "Yes; Gowan. And, by the Lord, he'd
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Page 81 and 82: "Caint be her husband," Fonzo said.
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Page 85 and 86: "This is Snopes," he said. "How're
Page 87 and 88: "And what's your price?" Horace sai
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Page 127 and 128: he said, when Horace descended from
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Page 131 and 132: "What's your name? Calvin Coolidge?
Page 133 and 134: "Sure. Tell it to them. I dont know
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