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"
Pinched
.
Jobbed
.
Swiped
.
Stole
,
"
he
says
happily
.
"
You
know
,
man
,
like
somebody
boosted
my
threads
.
"
Saying
this
tickles
him
so
he
goes
into
a
little
barefooted
dance
before
her
.
"
Stole
your
clothes
?
"
"
That
looks
like
the
whole
of
it
.
"
"
But
--
prison
clothes
?
Why
?
"
He
stops
jigging
around
and
hangs
his
head
again
.
"
All
I
know
is
that
they
were
there
when
I
went
to
bed
and
gone
when
I
got
up
.
Gone
slick
as
a
whistle
.
Oh
,
I
do
know
they
were
nothing
but
prison
clothes
,
coarse
and
faded
and
uncouth
,
ma'am
,
well
I
know
it
--
and
prison
clothes
may
not
seem
like
much
to
those
as
has
more
.
But
to
a
nude
man
--
"
"
That
outfit
,
"
she
says
,
realizing
,
"
was
supposed
to
be
picked
up
.
You
were
issued
a
uniform
of
green
convalescents
this
morning
.
"
He
shakes
his
head
and
sighs
,
but
still
do
n't
look
up
.
"
No
.
No
,
I
'm
afraid
I
was
n't
.
Not
a
thing
this
morning
but
the
cap
that
's
on
my
head
and
--
"
"
Williams
,
"
she
hollers
down
to
the
black
boy
who
's
still
at
the
ward
door
like
he
might
make
a
run
for
it
.
"
Williams
,
can
you
come
here
a
moment
?
"
He
crawls
to
her
like
a
dog
to
a
whipping
.
"
Williams
,
why
does
n't
this
patient
have
an
issue
of
convalescents
?
"
