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"
Birds
in
their
little
nests
agree
,
"
he
said
.
"
So
why
can
’
t
we
?
Now
there
’
s
a
bunch
of
horse
crap
for
you
.
You
kids
can
’
t
get
along
even
on
a
pretty
morning
.
And
you
’
re
the
bastards
Saint
Francis
was
nice
to
.
Screw
!
"
He
ran
at
them
,
kicking
,
and
the
sparrows
rose
with
a
whispered
roar
of
wings
,
complaining
bitterly
in
door
-
squeak
voices
.
"
Let
me
tell
you
this
,
"
Ethan
said
after
them
.
"
At
noon
the
sun
will
darken
and
a
blackness
will
fall
on
the
earth
and
you
will
be
afraid
.
"
He
came
back
to
the
sidewalk
and
proceeded
on
his
way
.
The
old
Phillips
house
in
the
second
block
is
a
boarding
house
now
.
Joey
Morphy
,
teller
at
the
First
National
,
came
out
of
the
front
door
.
He
picked
his
teeth
and
straightened
his
Tattersall
waistcoat
and
said
,
"
Hi
,
"
to
Ethan
.
"
I
was
just
going
to
call
on
you
,
Mr
.
Hawley
,
"
he
said
.
"
Why
do
they
call
it
Good
Friday
?
"
"
It
’
s
from
the
Latin
,
"
said
Joey
.
"
Goodus
,
goodilius
,
goodum
,
meaning
lousy
.
"
Joey
looked
like
a
horse
and
he
smiled
like
a
horse
,
raising
a
long
upper
lip
to
show
big
square
teeth
.
Joseph
Patrick
Morphy
,
Joey
Morphy
,
Joey
-
boy
—
"
the
Morph
"
—
a
real
popular
guy
for
one
only
a
few
years
at
New
Baytown
.
A
joker
who
got
off
his
gags
veily
-
eyed
like
a
poker
player
,
but
he
whinnied
at
other
people
’
s
jokes
,
whether
or
not
he
had
heard
them
.
A
wise
guy
,
the
Morph
,
had
the
inside
dope
on
everything
—
and
everybody
from
Mafia
to
Mountbatten
—
but
he
gave
it
out
with
a
rising
inflection
,
almost
like
a
question
.
That
took
the
smartaleck
tone
out
of
it
,
made
his
listener
a
party
to
it
so
that
he
could
repeat
it
as
his
own
.
Joey
was
a
fascinating
monkey
—
a
gambler
but
no
one
ever
saw
him
lay
down
a
bet
,
a
good
book
-
keeper
and
a
wonderful
bank
teller
.
Mr
.
Baker
,
First
National
president
,
trusted
Joey
so
completely
that
he
let
the
teller
do
most
of
the
work
.
The
Morph
knew
everyone
intimately
and
never
used
a
first
name
.
Ethan
was
Mr
.
Hawley
.
Margie
Young
-
Hunt
was
Mrs
.
Young
-
Hunt
to
Joey
,
even
though
it
was
whispered
that
he
was
laying
her
.
He
had
no
family
,
no
connections
,
lived
alone
in
two
rooms
and
private
bath
in
the
old
Phillips
house
,
ate
most
of
his
meals
at
the
Foremaster
Grill
and
Bar
.
His
banking
past
was
known
to
Mr
.
Baker
and
the
bonding
company
and
it
was
immaculate
,
but
Joey
-
boy
had
a
way
of
telling
things
that
had
happened
to
someone
else
in
a
way
that
made
you
suspect
they
had
happened
to
Joey
,
and
if
that
was
so
,
he
had
really
been
around
.
Not
taking
credit
made
people
like
him
even
more
.
He
kept
his
fingernails
very
clean
,
dressed
well
and
sharply
,
and
always
had
a
clean
shirt
and
a
shoeshine
.
The
two
men
strolled
together
down
Elm
Street
toward
High
.
"
I
’
ve
been
meaning
to
ask
you
.
You
related
to
Admiral
Hawley
?
"
"
Don
’
t
you
mean
Admiral
Halsey
?
"
Ethan
asked
.
"
We
’
ve
had
lots
of
captains
but
I
never
heard
of
an
admiral
in
the
family
.
"
"
I
heard
your
granddad
was
a
whaling
captain
.
Kind
of
connected
up
in
my
mind
with
the
admiral
,
I
guess
.
"
"
Town
like
this
has
got
myths
,
"
said
Ethan
.
"
Like
they
say
people
on
my
dad
’
s
side
did
some
pirating
way
back
and
my
mother
’
s
family
came
over
in
the
Mayflower
.
"
