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"
She
’
s
a
good
Catholic
sort
.
And
you
need
a
place
to
live
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
want
you
drinking
with
those
people
.
They
’
re
out
to
destroy
you
.
"
"
I
’
m
only
paying
85
bucks
a
month
rent
.
They
treat
me
like
a
son
.
I
have
to
have
a
beer
with
them
now
and
then
.
"
"
Son
,
shit
!
You
’
re
almost
as
old
as
they
are
.
"
About
three
weeks
passed
.
It
was
late
one
Saturday
morning
.
I
had
not
slept
at
Lydia
’
s
the
night
before
.
I
bathed
and
had
a
beer
,
got
dressed
.
I
disliked
weekends
.
Everybody
was
out
on
the
streets
.
Everybody
was
playing
Ping
-
Pong
or
mowing
their
lawn
or
polishing
their
car
or
going
to
the
supermarket
or
the
beach
or
to
the
park
.
Crowds
everywhere
.
Monday
was
my
favorite
day
.
Everybody
was
back
on
the
job
and
out
of
sight
.
I
decided
to
go
to
the
racetrack
despite
the
crowd
.
That
would
help
kill
Saturday
.
I
ate
a
hard
-
boiled
egg
,
had
another
beer
and
stepping
out
on
my
porch
,
locked
the
door
.
Lydia
was
outside
playing
with
Bugbutt
,
the
dog
.
"
Hi
,
"
she
said
.
"
Hi
,
"
I
said
.
"
I
’
m
going
to
the
track
.
"
Lydia
walked
over
to
me
.
"
Listen
,
you
know
what
the
racetrack
does
to
you
.
"
She
meant
that
I
was
always
too
tired
to
make
love
after
going
to
the
racetrack
.
"
You
were
drunk
last
night
,
"
she
continued
.
"
You
were
horrible
.
You
frightened
Lisa
.
I
had
to
run
you
out
.
"
