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           "Once,Ibeenhere—sincewaythehellgonebackintheyearwewereallgettin’homefromthatKoreamess.Foravisit.Myoldmanandoldladywerestillalive.Itwasagoodhome."

           Heletouttheclutchandstartedtodrive,thenstoppedinstead.

           "MyGod,"hesaid,"lookoverthere,seeadress?"Hepointedoutback."Inthebranchofthattree?Arag,yellowandblack?"

           Iwasabletoseeathinglikeaflag,flappinghighinthebranchesoverashed.

           "Thefirstgirleverdrugmetobedworethatverysamedress.Iwasabouttenandshewasprobablyless,andatthetimealayseemedlikesuchabigdealIaskedherifdidn’tshethink,feel,weoughtaannounceitsomeway?Like,say,tellourfolks,‘Mom,Judyandmegotengagedtoday.’AndImeantwhatIsaid,Iwasthatbigafool.Ithoughtifyoumadeit,man,youwerelegallywed,rightthereonthespot,whetheritwassomethingyouwantedornot,andthattherewasn’tanybreakingtherule.Butthislittlewhore—atthemosteightornines—reacheddownandgotherdressoffthefloorandsaiditwasmine,said,‘Youcanhangthisupsomeplace,I’llgohomeinmydrawers,announceitthatwaythey’llgettheidea.’Jesus,nineyearsold,"hesaid,reachedoverandpinchedCandy’snose,"andknewalotmorethanagoodmanypros."

           Shebithishand,laughing,andhestudiedthemark