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"
Delacroix
?
"
"
Fine
.
He
seems
to
understand
it
's
tomorrow
,
and
yet
it
's
like
he
do
n't
understand
.
You
know
how
most
of
em
are
when
the
end
finally
comes
for
them
.
"
I
nodded
.
"
Wharton
?
"
Bill
laughed
.
"
What
a
comedian
.
Makes
Jack
Benny
sound
like
a
Quaker
.
He
told
Rolfe
Wettermark
that
he
ate
strawberry
jam
out
of
his
wife
's
pussy
.
"
"
What
did
Rolfe
say
?
"
"
That
he
was
n't
married
.
Said
it
must
have
been
his
mother
Wharton
was
thinking
of
.
"
I
laughed
,
and
hard
.
That
really
was
funny
,
in
a
low
sort
of
way
And
it
was
good
just
to
be
able
to
laugh
without
feeling
like
someone
was
lighting
matches
way
down
low
in
my
gut
.
Bill
laughed
with
me
,
then
turned
the
rest
of
his
coffee
out
in
the
yard
,
which
was
empty
except
for
a
few
shuffling
trusties
,
most
of
whom
had
been
there
for
a
thousand
years
or
so
.
Thunder
rumbled
somewhere
far
off
,
and
unfocused
heat
lightning
flashed
in
the
darkening
sky
overhead
.
Bill
looked
up
uneasily
,
his
laughter
dying
.
"
I
tell
you
what
,
though
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
do
n't
like
this
weather
much
.
Feels
like
something
's
gon
na
happen
.
Something
bad
.
"
