Listen, ;trouble    you dont    but one ell, Ive knoo do to------’

        Or maybe its curiosity I mean. You dont ever see or notiytant t goes on. You never cry to figure anyt. Maybe ts t differeer all.’

        Alice    asleep again, and tcac. tinctive point

        about eion, and o tumpy outline of    be curves of o ture t stood out in e, unbroken figure.

        "t of a spectacle is something you have never known, he said.

        ired. "t felloairs is a spectacle, all rigoo. But Im tting up h him.’

        mean anyto me. ive or buddy of mine. But you dont kno is to store up a ails and turned on t er and quickly began to shave.

        It    Jake Blount iced ely and c, ag by a    t seemed trary.     and slender as a boys. tac u for a e party and oo fast. It made    middle-aged, alts ained, and calloused, and e-linen suit. t t at time anot let you laugh.

        of liquor and drank it straig at one of te a big cer    iced Blount very carefully    t er. Never imes in twelve days. Never ay drunk so long.

        Biff pushumb and shaved

        his upper lip. he was finished and his face seemed cooler.

        Alice airs.

        tcase o t of taurant, beer,    so cro t-up e still drank coffee by    one of tables. t stopped talking.    addressing anyone around icular, nor ening. o t evening ead of t welve days. ch mud.

        Alertly Biff picked up fragments of o be talking some queer kind of politics again.

        Last nigalking about places    texas and Okla on t of cat-er of time nobody    alk—talk.

        t of    like a cataract. And t t imes alked like a lintimes nice a professor.    long and t ell    of try fully Biff foip of io e usually    , but    from oo anot any reaso all.

        rack by somet on ter and began to peruse told of a decision by ter four montion, t t could not afford traffic lig certain dangerous interses of to ed on t. Biff read ttention. As his

        eyes follo t of    to tions t    on around icles ill stared do t nervous. to make some sort of settlement     knoance would onig keep on forever.

        Biff se someone anding in trand o tood looking in ts, a blue s, and tennis s at first glan.

        o ts?’

        No, s belong to them.’

        From ticed t t doable and turned ao er before him.

        Your folks kno after midnight?’

        Its O.K. t late on our block tonight.’

        o tagged beer sty babies in a    if s nursing    to keep up ood t to be able to make up    sed. S pusishe palm of her hand.

        Id like a pack of cigarettes, please. t kind.

        Biff started to speak, ated, and ter. Mick broug a ying t in t    a jerk ttered to the

        floor and rolled to, tering to    ared in a daze at t before ter tted doration and picked up to ter and stood jiggling the dime in his palm.

        Seventees farettes now?’

        Biff ed, and Mick looked from one of to ther.

        tacked to a little pile on ter, still proteg it y    down.

        Five mills for t,    for you, Biff. tried to focus    toes on t fingering t last s a o liberty. to democrad tyranny.

        to freedom and piracy.’

        Calmly Biff picked up t into till.

        Mick looked as ted to ook in turned o te sat at able alone. After a moment Blount also glanoio silently over able    matcick.

        Jake Blount    to speak. Its funny, but I been seeing t fello ts.    leave me alone. If you ever noticed, o say anything.’

        It    Biff ever discussed one er , tally.

        Its funny.’

        Mick sed    from one foot to tted ttes into t of s. Its not funny if you kno er Singer lives h us. he rooms in our house.’

        Is t so? Biff asked. I declare—I didnt knoMick o

        looking around. "Sure. hs now.’

        Biff unrolled -sleeves and t take    taurant. And even after ses ill fumbled -sleeves and stared at ty door and turned back to the drunk again.

        Blount leaned er. -looking and    ank like a goat. t beads on y ned an oil stain on ted on oo s in t pulling at tchem.

        Man, you ougo knoter, Biff said finally. You t go around like t been picked up francy. You ougo sober up. You need ing. Mot fit to    people.’

        Blount sco his lower lip.

        No take offense a your dander up. Do ell you. Go ba tcell to give you a big pan of    er. tell illie to give you a toy of soap and oast and open up your suitcase and put you on a    s and a pair of britc fit you. tomorroart doing o do and    straig.’
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