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He
did
n't
say
anything
right
off
.
He
was
up
on
his
elbow
,
watching
me
the
way
he
'd
watched
the
black
boy
,
waiting
for
me
to
say
something
else
.
I
picked
up
the
package
of
gum
from
the
bedspread
and
held
it
in
my
hand
and
told
him
Thank
you
.
It
did
n't
sound
like
much
because
my
throat
was
rusty
and
my
tongue
creaked
.
He
told
me
I
sounded
a
little
out
of
practice
and
laughed
at
that
.
I
tried
to
laugh
with
him
,
but
it
was
a
squawking
sound
,
like
a
pullet
trying
to
crow
.
It
sounded
more
like
crying
than
laughing
.
He
told
me
not
to
hurry
,
that
he
had
till
six-thirty
in
the
morning
to
listen
if
I
wanted
to
practice
.
He
said
a
man
been
still
long
as
me
probably
had
a
considerable
lot
to
talk
about
,
and
he
lay
back
on
his
pillow
and
waited
.
I
thought
for
a
minute
for
something
to
say
to
him
,
but
the
only
thing
that
came
to
my
mind
was
the
kind
of
thing
one
man
ca
n't
say
to
another
because
it
sounds
wrong
in
words
.
When
he
saw
I
could
n't
say
anything
he
crossed
his
hands
behind
his
head
and
started
talking
himself
.
"
Ya
know
,
Chief
,
I
was
just
rememberin
'
a
time
down
in
the
Willamette
Valley
--
I
was
pickin
'
beans
outside
of
Eugene
and
considering
myself
damn
lucky
to
get
the
job
.
It
was
in
the
early
thirties
so
there
was
n't
many
kids
able
to
get
jobs
.
I
got
the
job
by
proving
to
the
bean
boss
I
could
pick
just
as
fast
and
clean
as
any
of
the
adults
.
Anyway
,
I
was
the
only
kid
in
the
rows
.
Nobody
else
around
me
but
grown-ups
.
And
after
I
tried
a
time
or
two
to
talk
to
them
I
saw
they
were
n't
for
listening
to
me
--
scrawny
little
patchquilt
redhead
anyhow
.
So
I
hushed
.
I
was
so
peeved
at
them
not
listening
to
me
I
kept
hushed
the
livelong
four
weeks
I
picked
that
field
,
workin
'
right
along
side
of
them
,
listening
to
them
prattle
on
about
this
uncle
or
that
cousin
.
Or
if
somebody
did
n't
show
up
for
work
,
gossip
about
him
.
Four
weeks
and
not
a
peep
out
of
me
.
Till
I
think
by
God
they
forgot
I
could
talk
,
the
mossbacked
old
bastards
.
I
bided
my
time
.
Then
,
on
the
last
day
,
I
opened
up
and
went
to
telling
them
what
a
petty
bunch
of
farts
they
were
.
I
told
each
one
just
how
his
buddy
had
drug
him
over
the
coals
when
he
was
absent
.
Hooee
,
did
they
listen
then
!
They
finally
got
to
arguing
with
each
other
and
created
such
a
shitstorm
I
lost
my
quarter-cent-a-pound
bonus
I
had
comin
'
for
not
missin
'
a
day
because
I
already
had
a
bad
reputation
around
town
and
the
bean
boss
claimed
the
disturbance
was
likely
my
fault
even
if
he
could
n't
prove
it
.
I
cussed
him
out
too
.
My
shootin
'
off
my
mouth
that
time
probably
cost
me
twenty
dollars
or
so
.
Well
worth
it
,
too
.
"
He
chuckled
a
while
to
himself
,
remembering
,
then
turned
his
head
on
his
pillow
and
looked
at
me
.
"
What
I
was
wonderin
'
,
Chief
,
are
you
biding
your
time
towards
the
day
you
decide
to
lay
into
them
?
"
"
No
,
"
I
told
him
.
"
I
could
n't
.
"
"
Could
n't
tell
them
off
?
It
's
easier
than
you
think
.
"
