И проиграли бой

           "Whatgirl?"

           "Thegirlwiththebaby."

           "Oh,she’sallright.Butyou’dthinkIwasGodthewayLondontalks.ItoldhimIwasn’tadoctor,buthegoesrightoncallingme‘Doc.’Londongivesmecreditforalot.Youknow,she’llbeacutelittlebroadwhenshegetssomeclothesandsomemake-upon.Makeyourselfanothersandwich."

           Itwasquitedarkbynow.Manyofthedoorswereclosed,andthedimlightswithinthelittleroomsthrewsquarepatchesoflightonthegroundoutside.Macchewedhissandwich."Ineversawsuchabunchofbagsasthiscrowd,"hesaid."Onlydecentoneinthecampisthirteenyearsold.I’lladmitshe’sgotaneighteen-year-oldcan,butI’mdoingnofiftyyears."

           Jimsaid,"Youseemtobehavingtroublekeepingyoureconomicsoutofthebedroom."

           "Whothehellwantstokeepitout?"Macdemanded.Hechuckled."EverytimethesunshinesonmybackallafternoonIgethotpants.What’swrongwiththat?"

           Thebright,hardstarswereout,notmanyofthem,butsharpandpenetratinginthecoldnightsky.Fromtheroomsnearbycametheriseandfallofmanyvoicestalking,withnowandthenasinglevoicebreakingclear.

           Jimturnedtowardthesound."What’sgoingonoverthere,Mac?"

           "Crapgame.Gotitstartedquick.Idon’tknowwhatthey’reusingformoney.Shootingnextweek’spay,maybe.Mostof’emaren’tgoingtohaveanypaywhentheysettleupwiththestore.Onemantonightinthestoregottwobigjarsofmince-meat.