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"
I
don
’
t
know
,
"
he
answered
.
"
I
just
got
out
of
the
truck
to
come
in
here
.
I
don
’
t
like
this
whole
state
.
Maybe
I
’
ll
sleep
in
the
truck
.
"
"
The
Honey
Bee
Motel
isn
’
t
too
bad
,
"
the
fry
cook
said
.
"
Okay
,
"
the
young
truck
driver
said
.
"
Maybe
I
’
ll
stay
there
.
If
they
don
’
t
mind
me
being
Italian
.
"
He
had
a
definite
accent
,
although
he
tried
to
hide
it
.
Watching
him
,
Juliana
thought
,
it
’
s
idealism
that
makes
him
that
bitter
.
Asking
too
much
out
of
life
.
Always
moving
on
,
restless
and
griped
.
I
’
m
the
same
way
;
I
couldn
’
t
stay
on
the
West
Coast
and
eventually
I
won
’
t
be
able
to
stand
it
here
.
Weren
’
t
the
old
-
timers
like
that
?
But
,
she
thought
,
now
the
frontier
isn
’
t
here
;
it
’
s
the
other
planets
.
She
thought
:
He
and
I
could
sign
up
for
one
of
those
colonizing
rocket
ships
.
But
the
Germans
would
disbar
him
because
of
his
skin
and
me
because
of
my
dark
hair
.
Those
pale
skinny
Nordic
SS
fairies
in
those
training
castles
in
Bavaria
.
This
guy
—
Joe
whatever
—
hasn
’
t
even
got
the
right
expression
on
his
face
;
he
should
have
that
cold
but
somehow
enthusiastic
look
,
as
if
he
believed
in
nothing
and
yet
somehow
had
absolute
faith
.
Yes
,
that
’
s
how
they
are
.
They
’
re
not
idealists
like
Joe
and
me
;
they
’
re
cynics
with
utter
faith
.
It
’
s
a
sort
of
brain
defect
,
like
a
lobotomy
—
that
maiming
those
German
psychiatrists
do
as
a
poor
substitute
for
psychotherapy
.
Their
trouble
,
she
decided
,
is
with
sex
;
they
did
something
foul
with
it
back
in
the
‘
thirties
,
and
it
has
gotten
worse
.
Hitler
started
it
with
his
—
what
was
she
?
His
sister
?
Aunt
?
Niece
?
And
his
family
was
inbred
already
;
his
mother
and
father
were
cousins
.
They
’
re
all
committing
incest
,
going
back
to
the
original
sin
of
lusting
for
their
own
mothers
.
That
’
s
why
they
,
those
elite
SS
fairies
,
have
that
angelic
simper
,
that
blond
babylike
innocence
;
they
’
re
saving
themselves
for
Mama
.
Or
for
each
other
.
And
who
is
Mama
for
them
?
she
wondered
.
The
leader
,
Herr
Bormann
,
who
is
supposed
to
be
dying
?
Or
—
the
Sick
One
.
Old
Adolf
,
supposed
to
be
in
a
sanitarium
somewhere
,
living
out
his
life
of
senile
paresis
.
Syphilis
of
the
brain
,
dating
back
to
his
poor
days
as
a
bum
in
Vienna
…
long
black
coat
,
dirty
underwear
,
flophouses
.
Obviously
,
it
was
God
’
s
sardonic
vengeance
,
right
out
of
some
silent
movie
.
That
awful
man
struck
down
by
an
internal
filth
,
the
historic
plague
for
man
’
s
wickedness
.
