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Show 28 happen?" Ector Santori climbed down the ladder to lean over the counter, his aproned belly bulging above the edge. "A guy in the rolling mill hit him. Jame was knocked cold. He's just started coming around now, and he wants some ice for his head." Karl wondered whether he could ask for a drink of water, but decided he'd better get the ice first. "Wait there. I bringa the ice." Ector Santori took an ice pick to the cooler in the back where soda pop and bottled beer were stored. He came back carrying a big chunk of ice, and said, "I go an' see Jame. I lika Jame. He makes me laugh alia time." Outside, Ector Santori held the ice against the swollen lump on the top of Jame's head until the ice melted, smearing the blood. "He's plenty hurt," Santori said. "How you gonna get him uppa the hill?" "I'm gonna fetch my father and the boarders," Andy answered. "They can carry him." "No, Andy, you help me hitch the horse and bringa the wagon. We take him home in my grocery wagon." "That's a swell idea, Mr. Santori." Karl dropped to the doorstep of the grocery store, glad the responsibility for Jame was finally taken off his aching shoulders. Now maybe he could get a drink of water, before he had to climb Center Street himself and tell his parents that he was out of work. His parents wouldn't care, but he sure did. |
