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After that night Jody moved his things and slept in a room downstairs.He didn't really hate Janie, but he wanted her to think so. He hadcrawled off to lick his wounds. They didn't talk too much aroundthe store either. Anybody that didn't know would have thoughtthat things had blown over, it looked so quiet and peacefularound. But the stillness was the sleep of swords. So new thoughtshad to be thought and new words said. She didn't want to live likethat. Why must Joe be so mad with her for making him look smallwhen he did it to her all the time? Had been doing it for years.Well, if she must eat out of a long-handled spoon, she must. Jodymight get over his mad spell any time at all and begin to act likesomebody towards her.Then too she noticed how baggy Joe was getting all over.Like bags hanging from an ironing board. A little sack hung fromthe corners of his eyes and rested on his cheek-bones; a loosefilledbag of feathers hung from his ears and rested on his neckbeneath his chin. A sack of flabby something hung from his loinsand rested on his thighs when he sat down. But even these thingswere running down like candle grease as time moved on.He made new alliances too. People he never bothered withone way or another now seemed to have his ear. He had always