Американская трагедия

Chapter 12

           

           Clyde,beingnotalittleoverawedbyherspiritandmannerisms,wasatalosswhatelsetosayforthemoment,butheneednothaveworriedherchiefinterestinlifewasherself.

           "Gee,ItellyouIhadaswiftweekofitlastweek.Outeverynightuntilthree.An’Sundayuntilnearlymorning.My,thatwassomeroughpartyIwastolastnight,allright.EverbeendowntoBurkett’satGifford’sFerry?Oh,aniftyplace,allright,rightovertheBigBlueat39th.Dancinginsummerandyoucanskateoutsidewhenit’sfrozeninwinterordanceontheice.An’theniftiestlittleorchestra."

           Clydewatchedtheplayofhermouthandthebrightnessofhereyesandtheswiftnessofhergestureswithoutthinkingsomuchofwhatshesaidverylittle.

           "WallaceTronewasalongwithusgee,he’sascreamofakidandafterwardswhenwewassittin’downtoeaticecream,hewentoutinthekitchenandblackedupan’putonawaiter’sapronandcoatandthencomesbackandservesus.That’sonefunnyboy.An’hedidallsortsoffunnystuffwiththedishesandspoons."ClydesighedbecausehewasbynomeansasgiftedasthegiftedTrone.

           "An’then,Mondaymorning,whenweallgotbackitwasnearlyfour,andIhadtogetupagainatseven.Iwasallin.Icouldachuckedmyjob,andIwoulda,onlyforthenicepeopledownatthestoreandMr.Beck.He’stheheadofmydepartment,youknow,andsay,howIdoplaguethatpoorman.

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