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Chapter 4

           "Oh,myGod,no!"

           "What’sthematter?"

           "I’veseenthepeoplegoinginthere!Thosebeardsandallthathairandthoseraggedy-assclothes!Braceletsandbeads...theylooklikeabunchofcommunists!Howcanyoustandpeoplelikethat?"

           "Ican’tstandthosepeopleeither,Mrs.O’Keefe.Wejustdrinkbeerandtalk.Itdoesn’tmeananything."

           "Youwatchthem.Thatkindwillstealtheplumbing."

           Sheclosedthedoor.

           Lydiaarrivedlate.Shecamethroughthedoorlikeanactress.ThefirstthingInoticedwasherlargecowboyhatwithalavenderfeatherpinnedtotheside.Shedidn’tspeaktomebutimmediatelysatdownnexttoayoungbookstoreclerkandbegananintenseconversationwithhim.Ibegandrinkingmoreheavilyandsomeofthedriveandhumorleftmyconversation.Thebookstoreclerkwasagoodenoughsort,tryingtobeawriter.HisnamewasRandyEvansbuthewastoofarintoKafkatoaccomplishanykindofliteraryclarity.WehadpublishedhiminTheLaxativeApproachratherthanhurthisfeelingsandalsotogetdistributionforthemagazinethroughhisbookstore.

           Idrankmybeerandwanderedaround.Iwalkedoutonthebackporch,satonthestoopinthealleyandwatchedalargeblackcattryingtogetintoagarbagecan.Iwalkeddowntowardshim.HeleapedoffthegarbagecanasIapproached.

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