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Part One-7

        S out of Bubbers raig t    of lad all embroidered. te on ttes.    too big for tc s it on ook . Ralp    folks babies did, or any summer bootees.

        o be dragged around in a tacky old    the fine cap gave him

        face.

        treet, for it e Sunday m and very . ttled.

        Bubber ed and t it burned . trees made cool-looking black s t    shade enough.

        Get up in told Bubber. A Ralp in your lap.’

        I    .’

        time al    aead of brole titties were like blue raisins on .

        I dont mind pulling you, Mick said. Get on in.’

        *O.K.’

        Mick dragged t in any o get alking to t it o o them.

        tely. Its like Im s instead of er Im pus my arms and s big es bigger tore on Saturday afternoon. t es Im yelling and simes Fm on trompling all over me and my insides are oozing out on ts more like a nigors. Neled and tsteps alairs.

        Some t naurally    to keep private. Not because t because you just    t.

        t    even you to kno’

        Bubber got out    t it up on t

        sidewalk.

        But ts a piano. If    more thing else.’

        to t    ooriesi*     teen people in t t many in t te t t five dollars a    as    t ted in t because ed a room a it straightened up himself.

        t been painted for many years. It did    seem to be built strong enougs tories of . It sagged on one side.

        Mitied Ralped ed quickly t too. g for diime.

        S into t of t t for t Ralp and gave ring of beads to play h.

        From be room so go inside.

        ta stopped talking ting in ting oe-nails eel rollers and te dab of face cream on a little plader .    lazy on t ? Its none of your nosy business, Etta said. Just you hush up and leave us alone.’

        Its my room just as muc is eit rutted from one er to til s t care anyt pig any fig are my os.’

        Mick brusen t ttle row of cowlicks above    he room again.

        ta ers . But Etta    ars aing io Jeae Maald and    a typeteer back saying t if ever s to    sas mind. All s about o ting a job as a secretary and being buddies te Maald aing in the movies herself.

        S . Etta    naturally pretty like        of c movie book. S rying to keep    in a certain    it didnt do any good.

        Sometimes Etta    it.

        teen years old, ao Bill s of all t rouble.

        S t and biggest s    part of any special treat. o grab for anyt.

        Are you just going to tramp around t makes me sick to see you    to clamp doa said.

        S up, said Mick. I     to    to be like eit    to look like eit.

        ts h Bill.’

        Mick scrambled u out a large box.

        As s to ter her, Good riddance!’

        Bill    room of anybody in t all to    for Bubber. Bill ures cut out from magaziacked on tly faces of beautiful ladies, and in anotures Mick ed last year    t class.

        tting    up be her arms around his shoulders. hey, you old son-of-a-gun.’

        begin tussling o do. ?tle.

        ill it botay in tle while?’

        Sure—I dont mind if you    to stay.’

        Mielt oring on tbox.    for some reason s make up o open itI been t his already, she said.

        And it may    may not.’

        Bill    on reading. Sill k over t did not open it. o Bill as    o    kept stepping on t all Bills dinners    to    and    to one ear and bis supper to t    of mean to say and Bill    for a mont it was funny.

        and    out of een sried to    by scraping one foot beood up, but t only made it worse.

        Mick ope it again. S too excited to look into it noil stle. After a fees sopped before ture sed at t art class for sc er. ture of a storm on t orm. teache

        o during t t arted    of their own eyes.

        t    picture sacked it on    of ures were full of people.

        Sorms at first —oo save trans-Atlan-tier going d to puso otle lifeboat.

        Mick    into t of Bills room and broug some otures ser-colors, and one vas reet and painted    it    green and e and Mr. Bran-noaurant and t National Bank    t.

        People reets and ots and a lady rying to carry a buncure s in Factory, and men    of ood scrouged togets of di to ting ure of to. Sed t t name for it. t any fire or storm or reason you could see in ture ure. t one, and it oo bad t s t it was.
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