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"
Keep
warm
old
man
,
"
the
boy
said
.
"
Remember
we
are
in
September
.
"
"
The
month
when
the
great
fish
come
,
"
the
old
man
said
.
"
Anyone
can
be
a
fisherman
in
May
.
"
"
I
go
now
for
the
sardines
,
"
the
boy
said
.
When
the
boy
came
back
the
old
man
was
asleep
in
the
chair
and
the
sun
was
down
.
The
boy
took
the
old
army
blanket
off
the
bed
and
spread
it
over
the
back
of
the
chair
and
over
the
old
man
’
s
shoulders
.
They
were
strange
shoulders
,
still
powerful
although
very
old
,
and
the
neck
was
still
strong
too
and
the
creases
did
not
show
so
much
when
the
old
man
was
asleep
and
his
head
fallen
forward
.
His
shirt
had
been
patched
so
many
times
that
it
was
like
the
sail
and
the
patches
were
faded
to
many
different
shades
by
the
sun
.
The
old
man
’
s
head
was
very
old
though
and
with
his
eyes
closed
there
was
no
life
in
his
face
.
The
newspaper
lay
across
his
knees
and
the
weight
of
his
arm
held
it
there
in
the
evening
breeze
.
He
was
barefooted
.
The
boy
left
him
there
and
when
he
came
back
the
old
man
was
still
asleep
.
"
Wake
up
old
man
,
"
the
boy
said
and
put
his
hand
on
one
of
the
old
man
’
s
knees
.
The
old
man
opened
his
eyes
and
for
a
moment
he
was
coming
back
from
a
long
way
away
.
Then
he
smiled
.
"
What
have
you
got
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Supper
,
"
said
the
boy
.
"
We
’
re
going
to
have
supper
.
"
"
I
’
m
not
very
hungry
.
"
