И проиграли бой
Chapter 11
"Oh,forChrist’ssake,Dad,"Alsaidweakly."Don’tstartthatagain.TheycallyouMac,don’tthey?"
"Right."
"Well,look,Mac.D’youthinkIcouldgetintotheParty?"
"Youmeanyouwanttogoinactivework?"
"Yeah.ThinkIcouldgetin?"
"Ithinkso—"Macsaidslowly."I’llgiveyouanapplicationcard.Whatyouwanttocomeinfor,Al?"
Theheavyfacetwistedinagrimace.Alswunghisheadbackandforth."Ibeenthinkin’,"hesaid."EversincetheybeatmeupIbeenthinkin’.Ican’tgetthoseguysoutamyhead—mylittlewagonallburnedup,an’themjumpin’onmewiththeirfeet;andtwocopsdownonthecornerwatchin’,andnotdoin’athing!Ican’tgetthatoutamyhead."
"Andsoyouwanttojoinupwithus,huh,Al?"
"Iwanttobeagainst’em,"Alcried."Iwanttobefightin’’emallmylife.Iwanttobeontheotherside."
"They’lljustbeatyouupworse,Al.I’mtellin’youstraight.They’llknockhelloutofyou."
"Well,Iwon’tcarethen,becauseI’llbefightin’’em,see?ButthereIwas,justrunnin’alittlelunchwagon,an’givin’bumsahandoutnowan’then——"Hisvoicechokedandtearssqueezedoutofhiseyes.
Dr.Burtontouchedhimgentlyonthecheek."Don’ttalkanymore,Al."
