ibs, and some day soon sc along to treet turned doher block.

    een?’

    Going on fourteen.’

    S  used to  six incall and a een. Every kid at ty  beside  er. No boy ed to prom aller t maybe cigarettes  t of h.

    I gre in last year, she said.

    Once I sa t and a  tall. But you probably  gro big.’

    opped beside a dark crepe myrtle bus. ook somet of  and started fooling ever it  was h his handkerchief.

    Pardon me,  on he deep.

    You ougo ime.’

    Yeah.’

    them?’

    t  and dark. reet.

    tain young lady back at ty t ts sissy for a felloo ain person—oh well, maybe I am a------’

    finisigeps and sprang for a leaf about four feet above  could see t o

    it t time. t the dark.

    S up h him.

    As usual a song was in o herself.

    s t youre singing?’

    ?Its a piece by a fello’

    pretty good. epping  like a fast boxer. t sounds like a sort of German name.’

    I reckon so.’

    Fascist? he asked.

    *?’

    I say is t Mozart a Fascist or a Nazi?’

    Mick t a minute. *No. time.’

    Its a good ted o ask why.

    I say its a good thing, he said again.

    hy?’

    Because I e Fascists. If I met one reet Id kill him.’

    S  treet liged.  you ever read ts thisway------’

    tion  he sidewalk. A heavy sickness came in her belly.

    t time to explain unless  mind telling you s. Id like to tell about it.’

    t c to spielt to somebody. But s ime to listen.