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"
And
tomorrow
and
day
after
tomorrow
and
the
day
after
the
day
after
that
,
"
said
Teece
.
"
I
’
m
afraid
so
,
sir
.
"
"
You
should
be
afraid
,
boy
.
Come
here
.
"
He
marched
the
boy
across
the
porch
and
drew
a
paper
out
of
a
desk
.
"
Remember
this
?
"
"
Sir
?
"
"
It
’
s
your
workin
’
paper
.
You
signed
it
,
there
’
s
your
X
right
there
,
ain
’
t
it
?
Answer
me
.
"
"
I
didn
’
t
sign
that
,
Mr
.
Teece
.
"
The
boy
trembled
.
"
Anyone
can
make
an
X
.
"
"
Listen
to
this
,
Silly
.
Contract
:
«
I
will
work
for
Mr
.
Samuel
Teece
two
years
,
starting
July
15
,
2001
,
and
if
intending
to
leave
will
give
four
weeks
’
notice
and
continue
working
until
my
position
is
filled
.
»
There
.
"
Teece
slapped
the
paper
,
his
eyes
glittering
.
"
You
cause
trouble
,
we
’
ll
take
it
to
court
.
"
"
I
can
’
t
do
that
,
"
wailed
the
boy
,
tears
starting
to
roll
down
his
face
,
"
If
I
don
’
t
go
today
,
I
don
’
t
go
.
"
"
I
know
just
how
you
feel
,
Silly
;
yes
,
sir
,
I
sympathize
with
you
,
boy
.
But
we
’
ll
treat
you
good
and
give
you
good
food
,
boy
.
Now
you
just
get
inside
and
start
working
and
forget
all
about
that
nonsense
,
eh
,
Silly
?
Sure
.
"
Teece
grinned
and
patted
the
boy
’
s
shoulder
.
The
boy
turned
and
looked
at
the
old
men
sitting
on
the
porch
.
He
could
hardly
see
now
for
his
tears
.
"
Maybe
—
maybe
one
of
these
gentlemen
here
…
"
The
men
looked
up
in
the
hot
,
uneasy
shadows
,
looking
first
at
the
boy
and
then
at
Teece
.
