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"
You
wo
n't
be
able
to
get
so
much
as
a
slice
of
bread
on
a
breadline
,
"
I
said
,
but
so
low
neither
of
them
heard
me
.
I
could
n't
take
my
eyes
off
Mr.
Jingles
,
lying
on
Elaine
's
palm
like
the
world
's
smallest
bearskin
rug
.
Brad
thought
about
coming
back
at
her
,
calling
her
bluff
--
he
was
right
,
the
shed
was
n't
exactly
approved
territory
for
the
Georgia
Pines
inmates
,
even
I
knew
that
much
--
and
then
did
n't
.
He
was
,
at
heart
,
a
coward
,
just
like
Percy
.
And
he
might
have
checked
on
her
claim
that
her
grandson
was
Somebody
Important
and
had
discovered
it
was
a
true
claim
.
Most
of
all
,
perhaps
,
his
curiosity
had
been
satisfied
,
his
thirst
to
know
slaked
.
And
after
all
his
wondering
,
the
mystery
had
turned
out
not
to
be
such
of
a
much
.
An
old
man
's
pet
mouse
had
apparently
been
living
in
the
shed
.
Now
it
had
croaked
,
had
a
heart
attack
or
something
while
pushing
a
colored
spool
.
"
Do
n't
know
why
you
're
getting
so
het
up
,
"
he
said
.
"
Either
of
you
.
You
act
like
it
was
a
dog
,
or
something
.
"
"
Get
out
,
"
she
spat
.
"
Get
out
,
you
ignorant
man
.
What
little
mind
you
have
is
ugly
and
misdirected
.
"
He
flushed
dully
,
the
spots
where
his
high
school
pimples
had
been
filling
in
a
darker
red
.
There
had
been
a
lot
of
them
,
by
the
look
.
"
I
'll
go
,
"
he
said
,
"
but
when
you
come
down
here
tomorrow
...
Paulie
...
you
're
going
to
find
a
new
lock
on
this
door
.
This
place
is
off-limits
to
the
residents
,
no
matter
what
bad-tempered
things
old
Mrs.
My
Shit
Do
n't
Stink
has
to
say
about
me
.
Look
at
the
floor
!
Boards
all
warped
and
rotted
!
If
you
was
to
go
through
,
your
scrawny
old
leg
'd
be
apt
to
snap
like
a
piece
of
kindling
.
So
just
take
that
dead
mouse
,
if
you
want
it
,
and
get
gone
.
The
Love
Shack
is
hereby
closed
.
"
He
turned
and
strode
away
,
looking
like
a
man
who
believes
he
's
earned
at
least
a
draw
.
I
waited
until
he
was
gone
,
and
then
gently
took
Mr.
Jingles
from
Elaine
.
My
eyes
happened
on
the
bag
with
the
peppermint
candies
in
it
,
and
that
did
it
--
the
tears
began
to
come
.
I
do
n't
know
,
I
just
cry
easier
somehow
these
days
.
"
Would
you
help
me
to
bury
an
old
friend
?
"
I
asked
Elaine
when
Brad
Dolan
's
heavy
footsteps
had
faded
away
.
"
Yes
,
Paul
.
"
She
put
her
arm
around
my
waist
and
laid
her
head
against
my
shoulder
.
With
one
old
and
twisted
finger
,
she
stroked
Mr.
Jingles
's
moveless
side
.
"
I
would
be
happy
to
do
that
.
"
