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Chapter 27
What’stheotherdiceloadedfor?Ibetit’sloadedtothrowonetoo.Snakeeyes.They’reshootingwithcrookiesagainsthim,andI’mtheload.
Lookout,herecomesatoss.Ay,lady,thesmokehouseisemptyandbabyneedsanewpairofoperapumps.Comin’atya.Faw!
Crappedout.
Water.I’mlyinginapuddle.
Snakeeyes.Caughthimagain.Iseethatnumberoneupaboveme:hecan’twhipfrozendicebehindthefeedstoreinanalley—inPortland.
Thealleyisatunnelit’scoldbecausethesunislateafternoon.Letme...goseeGrandma.Please,Mama.
Whatwasithesaidwhenhewinked?
Onefleweastoneflewwest.
Don’tstandinmyway.
Damnit,nurse,don’tstandinmywayWayWAY!
Myroll.Faw.Damn.Twistedagain.Snakeeyes.
Theschoolteachertellmeyougotagoodhead,boy,besomething....
Bewhat,Papa?Arug-weaverlikeUncleR&JWolf?Abasket-weaver?OranotherdrunkenIndian?
Isay,attendant,you’reanIndian,aren’tyou?
Yeah,that’sright.
Well,Imustsay,youspeakthelanguagequitewell.
Yeah.
Well...threedollarsofregular.
Theywouldn’tbesocockyiftheyknewwhatmeandthemoonhavegoing.NodamnedregularIndian...Hewho—whatwasit?—walksoutofstep,hearsanotherdrum.
Snakeeyesagain.Hooboy,thesedicearecold.
AfterGrandma’sfuneralmeandPapaandUncleRunningand-JumpingWolfdugherup.Mamawouldn’tgowithus;sheneverheardofsuchathing.Hangingacorpseinatree!It’senoughtomakeapersonsick.
