Part One-9
soon w er Singer. S.
t afternoon passed sloill sat on teps by sarts music Mister Singer reminded o out loud. Some kind of music oo private to sing in a oo, ried to te place t t about time s there was no good place.
l_j AtE in ternoon Jake Blount a enoughe room hi which he lay was small
and neat, furnisable, a bed, and a feurned its face sloo anot passed Jakes face of cool er. By t before table and stared do a c before t familiar to Jake, but antly and it ime.
Many memories urned palm upe s. o tc sometime. ired and unkempt. ache was awry.
Even ousled. As wice and ach a nervous quiver. .
After a o straig. him.
God, Im ty, Jake said. I feel like ts stocking feet. t ill smiling, and table and brouged pitcer and a glass. Jake drank in great panting gulps—standing ense fist.
ook a deep breattle.
Instantly certain recollections came to remember coming t er er, and afteralked. a lot of t and the man had
listened. alked ter t o bed in t could come in. At first mares and o turn t on to get
complained at all.
kick me out last nig. case remember it back from taurant , and some ss o dress himself.
An electric coffee-pot able by time o t of t t out a card and Jake took it questioningly. ter, and beneatten in ink e precision as there was a brief message.
I am a deaf-mute, but I read tand o me. Please do not s.
t and vacant. looked at eacher.
I o find t out, he s