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Chapter 20
Masaid,inasharpmatter-of-facttone,«Idon’seewhyhimsavin’Tomgottogetyoudrunk.»
Johnsaidsadly,«Can’tsayher.Ifeelawful.Hedonehersoeasy.Jus’steppeduptherean’says,’Idoneher.’An’theytook’imaway.An’I’ma-gonnagetdrunk.»
Pastillnoddedhishead.«Idon’tseewhyyougottotell,"hesaid.«Ifitwasme,I’djus’gooffan’getdrunkifIhadto.»
«ComeatimewhenIcouldadidsomepinan’tookthebigsinoffmysoul,"UncleJohnsaidsadly.«An’Islippedup.Ididn’jumponher,an’—an’shegotaway.Lookie!»hesaid,«Yougotthemoney.Gimmetwodollars.»
Pareachedreluctantlyintohispocketandbroughtouttheleatherpouch.«Youain’tgonnaneednosevendollarstogetdrunk.Youdon’tneedtodrinkchampagnywater.»
UncleJohnheldouthisbill.«Youtakethisherean’gimmetwodollars.Icangetgoodan’drunkfortwodollars.Idon’wantnosinofwasteonme.I’llspendwhateverIgot.Alwaysdo.»
PatookthedirtybillandgaveUncleJohntwosilverdollars.«Thereyaare,"hesaid.«Afellagottodowhathegottodo.Nobodydon’knowenoughtotell’im.»
UncleJohntookthecoins.«Youain’tgonnabemad?YouknowIgotto?»
«Christ,yes,"saidPa.«Youknowwhatyougottodo.»
«Iwouldn’beabletogetthroughthisnightnootherway,"hesaid.HeturnedtoMa.«Youain’tgonnaholdheroverme?»
Madidn’tlookup.«No,"shesaidsoftly.«Noyougo’long.»
Hestoodupandwalkedforlornlyawayintheevening.
