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Chapter 4
"Notevenontelevision?"
"Wedon’thaveone,yet.Didtheygetmuch?"
"Thirteenthousand,theysay.Yesterdayjustbeforeclosing.Threefellas.Four-statealarm.Willie’soutonthehighwaynow,bitchinghisheadoff."
"Hegetsplentyofsleep."
"Iknow,butIdon’t.Iwasoutallnight."
"Thinkthey’llcatchthem?"
"Oh!Iguessso.Ifit’smoneytheyusuallydo.Insurancecompanieskeepnagging.Neverletup."
"Itwouldbeniceworkiftheydidn’tcatchyou."
"Surewould,"hesaid.
"Stoney,Iwishyou’dlookinonDannyTaylor.Helooksawfulsick."
"Justaquestionoftime,"Stoneysaid."ButI’llgoby.It’sashame.Nicefella.Nicefamily."
"Itkillsme.Ilikehim."
"Wellyoucan’tdonothingwithhim.It’sgoingtorain,Eth.Williehatestogetwet."
Forthefirsttimeinmymemory,Iwentintothealleywithpleasureandopenedthebackdoorwithexcitement.Thecatwasbythedoor,waiting.Ican’trememberamorningwhenthatleanandefficientcathasn’tbeenwaitingtotrytogetinthebackdoorandIhaveneverfailedtothrowastickathimorrunhimoff.Tothebestofmyknowledge,hehasnevergotin.Icallthecat"he"becausehisearsaretornupfromfighting.Arecatsstrangeanimalsordotheysoresembleusthatwefindthemcuriousaswedomonkeys?Perhapssixoreighthundredtimesthatcathastriedtogetinandhehasnevermadeit.
"You’redueforacruelsurprise,"Itoldthecat.
