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The
Negro
ladies
were
pleasant
.
There
’
s
a
community
of
colored
at
the
crossing
,
very
nice
people
.
They
don
’
t
trade
with
us
much
because
they
have
their
own
store
,
only
now
and
then
they
do
some
comparative
shopping
to
see
if
their
racial
loyalty
isn
’
t
costing
them
too
much
.
They
did
more
pricing
than
buying
and
I
understand
why
—
pretty
women
,
too
,
such
long
,
straight
,
slender
legs
.
It
’
s
a
wonder
what
a
lack
of
malnutrition
in
childhood
can
do
for
the
human
body
,
or
the
human
spirit
,
for
that
matter
.
Just
before
closing
time
I
telephoned
Mary
.
"
Pigeon
-
flake
,
I
’
m
going
to
be
a
little
late
.
"
"
Don
’
t
forget
we
’
re
having
dinner
with
Margie
at
the
Foremaster
.
"
"
I
remember
.
"
"
How
late
are
you
going
to
be
?
"
"
Ten
or
fifteen
minutes
.
I
want
to
walk
down
and
look
at
the
dredger
in
the
harbor
.
"
"
Why
?
"
"
I
’
m
thinking
of
buying
it
.
"
"
Oh
!
"
"
Want
me
to
pick
up
some
fish
?
"
