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Show 10** at his mouth. Then in a more confidential voice he says to me, "I could have predicted this. I'd of nailed him back at supper except I could tell he was going nuts. It ain't right to hit a crazy man." Donny was moving faster and faster. He cracked the lid of one mold but just kept going like it didn't matter, like it wasn't worth the five hundred bucks it cost anyway. Another one hadn't been in the press long enough and the rubber was still sticky so he just ripped the product out with a screwdriver. That must have scratched the plate real good. "Here comes trouble," says Ferguson and it's the super he's talking about, moving as fast as I've ever seen the bastard move. And there's not a single part of my body that's not sore. Ferguson must have thought he was coming for us because we weren't working, but he was going for Donny. and I'm thinking I'll probably have to take some more aspirin. Donny's on eleven and when the super gets there, Donny doesn't even look up. Just reaches across the bench and picks up a crowbar and when the super starts to say something he spins around and comes up with it between the bastard's legs, catching him a solid one in the nuts. And maybe it's crazy but I'm thinking about knuckles, my Linda's knuckles, cracking, and the super is on the floor and screaming like a baby and Donny's moved on to twelve, the one that got Chuck's fingers, like nothing's happened, like nothing's happened at all. |
