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"
Ayuh
.
He
looked
at
Alan
for
a
long
time
,
kind
of
grinning
--
you
could
see
his
teeth
,
anyway
--
and
then
he
spoke
in
this
low
voice
;
you
felt
like
you
had
to
strain
forward
to
hear
it
.
It
sounded
like
he
had
gravel
down
in
his
tubes
.
"
Your
wife
is
fucking
that
man
she
works
with
down
at
the
drugstore
,
Purinton
.
What
do
you
think
of
that
?
She
screams
when
she
comes
.
What
do
you
think
of
that
?
'
"
Alan
,
he
kind
of
gasped
,
and
you
could
see
it
had
hit
him
.
Alan
's
in
a
nursing
home
up
in
Gardener
now
,
or
was
the
last
I
heard
--
he
must
be
pushing
ninety
.
Back
when
all
this
happened
,
he
was
forty
or
so
,
and
there
had
been
some
talk
around
about
his
second
wife
.
She
was
his
second
cousin
,
and
she
had
come
to
live
with
Alan
and
Alan
's
first
wife
,
Lucy
,
just
before
the
war
.
Well
,
Lucy
died
,
and
a
year
and
a
half
later
Alan
up
and
married
this
girl
.
Laurine
,
her
name
was
.
She
was
no
more
than
twenty-four
when
they
married
.
And
there
had
been
some
talk
about
her
,
you
know
.
If
you
were
a
man
,
you
might
have
called
her
ways
sort
of
free
and
easy
and
let
it
go
at
that
.
But
the
women
thought
she
might
be
loose
.
And
maybe
Alan
had
had
a
few
thoughts
in
that
direction
too
because
he
says
,
"
Shut
up
!
Shut
up
or
I
'll
knock
you
down
,
whatever
you
are
!
'
"
Shush
now
,
Timmy
,
"
Bill
says
,
and
he
looks
worse
than
ever
,
you
know
,
like
maybe
he
's
going
to
puke
or
faint
dead
away
,
or
do
both
.
"
You
shush
,
Timmy
.
'
"
But
Timmy
did
n't
take
no
notice
.
He
looks
around
at
George
Anderson
and
he
says
,
"
That
grandson
you
set
such
a
store
by
is
just
waiting
for
you
to
die
,
old
man
.
The
money
is
all
he
wants
,
the
money
he
thinks
you
got
socked
away
in
your
lockbox
at
the
Bangor
Eastern
Bank
.
That
's
why
he
makes
up
to
you
,
but
behind
your
back
he
makes
fun
of
you
,
him
and
his
sister
.
Old
wooden-leg
,
that
's
what
they
call
you
,
"
Timmy
says
,
and
Louis
,
his
voice
--
it
changed
.
It
got
mean
.
It
sounded
like
the
way
that
grandson
of
George
's
would
have
sounded
if
...
you
know
,
if
the
things
Timmy
was
saying
was
true
.
"
Old
wooden-leg
,
"
Timmy
says
,
"
and
wo
n't
they
shit
when
they
find
out
you
're
poor
as
a
church
mouse
because
you
lost
it
all
in
1938
?
Wo
n't
they
shit
,
George
?
Wo
n't
they
just
shit
?
'
"
George
,
he
backed
away
then
,
and
his
wooden
leg
buckled
under
him
,
and
he
fell
back
on
Bill
's
porch
and
upsat
his
pitcher
of
beer
,
and
he
was
as
white
as
your
undershirt
,
Louis
.
"
Bill
,
he
gets
him
back
on
his
feet
somehow
,
and
he
's
roarin
at
his
boy
,
"
Timmy
,
you
stop
it
!
You
stop
it
!
"
But
Timmy
would
n't
.
He
said
somethin
bad
about
Hannibal
,
and
then
he
said
something
bad
about
me
too
,
and
by
then
he
was
...
ravin
,
I
'd
say
.
Yeah
,
he
was
ravin
,
all
right
.
Screamin
.
And
we
started
to
back
away
,
and
then
we
started
to
run
,
draggin
George
along
the
best
we
could
by
the
arms
because
he
'd
gotten
the
straps
and
harnesses
on
the
fake
leg
twisted
somehow
,
and
it
was
all
off
to
one
side
with
the
shoe
turned
around
backward
and
draggin
on
the
grass
.
"
The
last
I
seen
of
Timmy
Baterman
,
he
was
on
the
back
lawn
by
the
clothesline
,
his
face
all
red
in
the
settin
sun
,
those
marks
standin
out
on
his
face
,
his
hair
all
crazy
and
dusty
somehow
...
and
he
was
laughin
and
screechin
over
and
over
again
"
Old
wooden-leg
!
Old
wooden-leg
!
And
the
cuckold
!
And
the
whoremaster
!
Goodbye
,
gentlemen
!
Goodbye
!
Goodbye
!
"
and
then
he
laughed
,
but
it
was
screaming
,
really
...
something
inside
him
...
screaming
...
and
screaming
...
and
screaming
.
"
