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"
Ernest
just
adores
it
.
"
"
I
know
he
does
,
"
I
said
.
Then
I
started
shooting
the
old
crap
around
a
little
bit
.
"
He
adapts
himself
very
well
to
things
.
He
really
does
.
I
mean
he
really
knows
how
to
adapt
himself
.
"
"
Do
you
think
so
?
"
she
asked
me
.
She
sounded
interested
as
hell
.
"
Ernest
?
Sure
,
"
I
said
.
Then
I
watched
her
take
off
her
gloves
.
Boy
,
was
she
lousy
with
rocks
.
"
I
just
broke
a
nail
,
getting
out
of
a
cab
,
"
she
said
.
She
looked
up
at
me
and
sort
of
smiled
.
She
had
a
terrifically
nice
smile
.
She
really
did
.
Most
people
have
hardly
any
smile
at
all
,
or
a
lousy
one
.
"
Ernest
's
father
and
I
sometimes
worry
about
him
,
"
she
said
.
"
We
sometimes
feel
he
's
not
a
terribly
good
mixer
.
"
"
How
do
you
mean
?
"
"
Well
.
He
's
a
very
sensitive
boy
.
He
's
really
never
been
a
terribly
good
mixer
with
other
boys
.
Perhaps
he
takes
things
a
little
more
seriously
than
he
should
at
his
age
.
"
Sensitive
.
That
killed
me
.
That
guy
Morrow
was
about
as
sensitive
as
a
goddam
toilet
seat
.
I
gave
her
a
good
look
.
She
did
n't
look
like
any
dope
to
me
.
She
looked
like
she
might
have
a
pretty
damn
good
idea
what
a
bastard
she
was
the
mother
of
.
But
you
ca
n't
always
tell
--
with
somebody
's
mother
,
I
mean
.
Mothers
are
all
slightly
insane
.
The
thing
is
,
though
,
I
liked
old
Morrow
's
mother
.
She
was
all
right
.
"
Would
you
care
for
a
cigarette
?
"
I
asked
her
.
