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Chapter 2
Fromthekitchenettecameanodorofboilingcornedbeef.HelookedbackatMac,athisbroadshouldersandlongarms,athisface,widebetweenthecheek-boneswithflatplanesundertheeyeslikethoseofaSwede.Mac’slipsweredryandcracked.HelookedatJimascloselyashewasbeinginspected.
Suddenlyhesaid,"Toobadwe’renotdogs,wecouldgetthatalloverwith.We’deitherbefriendsorfightingbynow.HarrysaidyouwereO.K.,andHarryknows.Comeon,meettheboys.ThispaleonehereisDick,abedroomradical.WegetmanyacakebecauseofDick."
Thepale,dark-hairedboyonthebedgrinnedandheldouthishand.
Macwenton,"Seehowbeautifulheis?WecallhimtheDecoy.Hetellsladiesabouttheworkingclasses,andwegetcakeswithpinkfrosting,huh,Dick?"
"Gotohell,"saidDickpleasantly.
Mac,guidingJimbyhisarm,turnedhimtowardthemanontheothercot.Itwasimpossibletotellhowoldhewas.Hisfacewaswizenedandbattered,hisnosecrushedflatagainsthisface;hisheavyjawsaggedsideways."ThisisJoy,"saidMac."Joyisaveteran,aren’tyou,Joy?"
"Damnright,"saidJoy.Hiseyesflaredup,thenalmostinstantlythelightwentoutofthemagain.Hisheadtwitchedseveraltimes.Heopenedhismouthtospeak,butheonlyrepeated,"Damnright,"verysolemnly,asthoughitfinishedoffanargument.Hecaressedonehandwiththeother.Jimsawthattheywerecrushedandscarred.
Macexplained,"Joywon’tshakehandswithanybody.Bonesareallbroken.IthurtsJoytoshakehands."
