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Show Chick Sales 10 "Alf, please." "Oh sorry...Alf." "We are waiting until a company house is available. They are d i f f i cult to acquire these days, even with the slowdown in the mines. Not many places for people to go right now." "Good luck to you, s i r , ah, A l f . " She reached out to pay for the white package of wings. "Oh thank you, my gentle one." He grabbed Miss Lily's hand, raised i t to his lips and kissed two knuckles, each separately. As Herman watched his father's eyes close reverently at the back of Miss Lily's hand, just as they closed when he drank from the sacrament cup at church, he decided to t e l l the owner about the delivery instead of his father. "Thanks son," Mr. Horlacher said as he tweaked Herman on the ear. "You're a good boy to be helping out like this." Herman groped back through the sides of beef and picked up the handle of his wagon. He pulled i t to Scanelli's, the wheel squeaking in a higher range without the weight of the poultry. When he ordered the two peppermint sticks, he forgot to show off the purse or t e l l Mr. Scanelli about the money he had earned all by himself. As he walked back up the h i l l toward the warehouse, he b i t into the spiral and snapped off a piece of peppermint instead of making i t last the whole day as he had planned. And he didn't even notice. * * * * * * |
