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PROGRESS REPORT 11
Itseemsfoolishnow,butasIsattherestaringathim—short,chubby,withtheraggedlight-brownmoustachecomicallydroopingoverhisupperlip—itwasasifbothofme,theoldCharlieandthenew,weresittingonthatchair,frightenedatwhatOldMr.Donnerwasgoingtosay.
"Charlie,yourUncleHermanwasagoodfriendofmine.Ikeptmypromisetohimtokeepyouonthejob,goodtimesandbad,sothatyoudidn’teverwantforadollarinyourpocketandaplacetolayyourheadwithoutbeingputawayinthathome."
"Thebakeryismyhome—"
"AndItreatedyoulikemyownsonwhogaveuphislifeforhiscountry.AndwhenHermandied—howoldwereyou?seventeen?morelikeasix-year-oldboy—Isworetomyself...Isaid,ArthurDonner,aslongasyougotabakeryandabusinessoveryourhead,you’regoingtolookafterCharlie.Heisgoingtohaveaplacetowork,abedtosleepin,andbreadinhismouth.WhentheycommittedyoutothatWarrenplace,Itoldthemhowyouwouldworkforme,andIwouldtakecareofyou.Youdidn’tspendevenonenightinthatplace.IgotyouaroomandIlookedafteryou.Now,haveIkeptthatsolemnpromise?"
Inodded,butIcouldseebythewayhewasfoldingandunfoldinghisbillsthathewashavingtrouble.AndasmuchasIdidn’twanttoknow—Iknew."I’vetriedmybesttodoagoodjob.I’veworkedhard..."
"Iknow,Charlie.Nothing’swrongwithyourwork.Butsomethinghappenedtoyou,andIdon’tunderstandwhatitmeans.Notonlyme.Everyonehasbeentalkingaboutit.
