all t of my folks t I kno ch-Irish.’

    It omers lolled at tables and tobacco and tle of newspaper.

    Some men in a corner boot dice, but t one.

    you be going up to his morning?’

    Blounts face turned dark and sullen.   imes and acted as t  pretty soon oget talking.

    You live a fine life. Just standing beer. Just standing h your hand open.’

    Biff did not take offense.  on s me and you alk.

    is it you  anyway?’

    Blount smacked er. ty and rougtle packages of c butter in ts not , Biff said. But o it later.’

    till drank like a crazy fis liquor did not drag  did some men. ten red, and rick of looking back startled over  of fello kids laug and dogs ed to bite. Yet when

    it cut o t roug of clo somebody was laughing.

    Biff sfully. Come, ; makes you stick  ster t. I could give you a part-time job here.’

    Camig park myself be caso give me tock, and barrel.’

    t ating.  along h people.

    talk sense, Biff said. Be serious.’

    A customer h his check and he made change.

    till quiet. Blount less. Biff felt ed to er and offered Blount a smoke. arily ion after anotime in ory you could  era would you choose?’

    Blount licked ac tongue. If you o ciff and never asking anotion, wake?’

    Sure enouged. t over.’

    o one side and peered doer o alk about.

    Ancient Greece . Children.

    templations in temples.

    Maybe he Incas. In Peru.’

    Biffs eyes scanned over ripping  burned