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"
Hey
look
,
there
’
s
Charlie
!
"
"
Hey
,
Charlie
.
"
What
you
got
there
?
Want
to
shoot
some
craps
?
"
"
C
’
mere
.
We
won
’
t
hurtya
.
"
But
there
is
something
about
the
doorway
—
the
dark
hall
,
the
laughing
,
that
makes
his
skin
twitch
again
.
He
tries
to
know
what
it
is
but
all
he
can
remember
is
their
dirt
and
piss
all
over
his
clothes
,
and
Uncle
Herman
shout
ing
when
he
came
home
all
covered
with
filth
,
and
how
Uncle
Herman
ran
out
with
a
hammer
in
his
hand
to
find
the
boys
who
did
that
to
him
.
Charlie
backs
away
from
the
boys
laughing
in
the
hallway
,
drops
the
bundle
.
Picks
it
up
again
and
runs
the
rest
of
the
way
to
the
bakery
.
"
What
took
you
so
long
,
Charlie
?
"
shouts
Gimpy
from
the
doorway
to
the
back
of
the
bakery
.
Charlie
pushes
through
the
swinging
doors
to
the
back
of
the
bakery
and
sets
down
the
bundle
on
one
of
the
skids
.
He
leans
against
the
wall
shoving
his
hands
into
his
pockets
.
He
wishes
he
had
his
spinner
.
He
likes
it
back
here
in
the
bakery
where
the
floors
are
white
with
flour
—
whiter
than
the
sooty
walls
and
ceiling
.
The
thick
soles
of
his
own
high
shoes
are
crusted
with
white
and
there
is
white
in
the
stitching
and
lace
-
eyes
,
and
under
his
nails
and
in
the
cracked
chapped
skin
of
his
hands
.
He
relaxes
here
—
squatting
against
the
wall
—
leaning
back
in
a
way
that
tilts
his
baseball
cap
with
the
D
forward
over
his
eyes
.
He
likes
the
smell
of
flour
,
sweet
dough
,
bread
and
cakes
and
rolls
baking
.
The
oven
is
crackling
and
makes
him
sleepy
.
