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Chapter 1
Jimgrinned."Iguesshecould,buteverytimehewentouthemetsix.Healwaysgotthehellbeatoutofhim.Heusedtocomehomeallcoveredwithblood.He’dsitbesidethecookstove.Wehadtolethimalonethen.Couldn’tevenspeaktohimorhe’dcry.Whenmymotherwashedhimlater,he’dwhinelikeadog."Hepaused."Youknowhewasastickerintheslaughter-house.Usedtodrinkwarmbloodtokeepuphisstrength."
Nilsonlookedquicklyathim,andthenaway.Hebentthecorneroftheapplicationcardandcreaseditdownwithhisthumbnail."Yourmotherisalive?"heaskedsoftly.
Jim’seyesnarrowed."Shediedamonthago,"hesaid."Iwasinjail.Thirtydaysforvagrancy.Wordcameinshewasdying.Theyletmegohomewithacop.Therewasn’tanythingthematterwithher.Shewouldn’ttalkatall.ShewasaCatholic,onlymyoldmanwouldn’tlethergotochurch.Hehatedchurches.Shejuststaredatme.Iaskedherifshewantedapriest,butshedidn’tanswerme,juststared.’Boutfouro’clockinthemorningshedied.Didn’tseemlikedyingatall.Ididn’tgotothefuneral.Iguesstheywould’veletme.Ididn’twantto.Iguessshejustdidn’twanttolive.Iguessshedidn’tcareifshewenttohell,either."
Harrystartednervously."Drinkyourcoffeeandhavesomemore.Youacthalfasleep.Youdon’ttakeanything,doyou?"
"Youmeandope?No,Idon’tevendrink."
Nilsonpulledoutapieceofpaperandmadeafewnotesonit."How’dyouhappentogetvagged?"
Jimsaidfiercely,"IworkedinTulman’sDepartmentStore.Headofthewrappingdepartment.
