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"
Where
?
"
"
Oh
,
I
don
’
t
know
,
but
.
.
.
but
people
do
things
in
the
world
.
I
saw
pictures
of
New
York
and
I
thought
"
—
she
pointed
at
the
giant
buildings
beyond
the
streaks
of
rain
on
the
cab
window
—
"
I
thought
,
somebody
built
those
buildings
—
he
didn
’
t
just
sit
and
whine
that
the
kitchen
was
filthy
and
the
roof
leaking
and
the
plumbing
clogged
and
it
’
s
a
goddamn
world
and
.
.
.
Mr
.
Taggart
"
—
she
jerked
her
head
in
a
shudder
and
looked
straight
at
him
—
"
we
were
stinking
poor
and
not
giving
a
damn
about
it
.
That
’
s
what
I
couldn
’
t
take
—
that
they
didn
’
t
really
give
a
damn
.
Not
enough
to
lift
a
finger
.
Not
enough
to
empty
the
garbage
pail
.
And
the
woman
next
door
saying
it
was
my
duty
to
help
them
,
saying
it
made
no
difference
what
became
of
me
or
of
her
or
of
any
of
us
,
because
what
could
anybody
do
anyway
!
"
Beyond
the
bright
look
of
her
eyes
,
he
saw
something
within
her
that
was
hurt
and
hard
.
"
I
don
’
t
want
to
talk
about
them
,
"
she
said
.
"
Not
with
you
.
This
—
my
meeting
you
,
I
mean
—
that
’
s
what
they
couldn
’
t
have
.
That
’
s
what
I
’
m
not
going
to
share
with
them
.
It
’
s
mine
,
not
theirs
.
"
"
How
old
are
you
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Nineteen
.
"
When
he
looked
at
her
in
the
lights
of
his
living
room
,
he
thought
that
she
’
d
have
a
good
figure
if
she
’
d
eat
a
few
meals
;
she
seemed
too
thin
for
the
height
and
structure
of
her
bones
.
She
wore
a
tight
,
shabby
little
black
dress
,
which
she
had
tried
to
camouflage
by
the
gaudy
plastic
bracelets
tinkling
on
her
wrist
.
She
stood
looking
at
his
room
as
if
it
were
a
museum
where
she
must
touch
nothing
and
reverently
memorize
everything
.
"
What
’
s
your
name
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Cherryl
Brooks
.
"
"
Well
,
sit
down
.
"
He
mixed
the
drinks
in
silence
,
while
she
waited
obediently
,
sitting
on
the
edge
of
an
armchair
.
When
he
handed
her
a
glass
,
she
swallowed
dutifully
a
few
times
,
then
held
the
glass
clutched
in
her
hand
.
He
knew
that
she
did
not
taste
what
she
was
drinking
,
did
not
notice
it
,
had
no
time
to
care
.
