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Show 25 have our own Pope. Then we*j| see who the niggers are." Stanley held his head. "The Pope," he sighed. Besides smoking and drinking heM stopped going to church. "I married a nun," he said. "You knew where I lived when you met me," said Esther. "A great nation!" said little Stan. "That's enough, Stan," Frances told him. "Go play with your brothers." "If my name was Smith," said Stanley, "I could sell furniture." "And run for governor," said Esther. Stanley rubbed his chin. "Governor," he said. "Think of someone other than yourself for a change." "I'm a Pole," said Stanley. "I think about myself!" Up went the arms. It was enough to make him want to get drunk. That night, at the bar, Stanley Pelkowski decided to change his name, change his future, change his family's future. When he got drunk enough to face Esther he lumbered home, finding her in bed. "Wake up," he said. "We're changing our name." "That'j nothing to wake up for." "Mr. and Mrs. Pell," said xxxxxxx Stanley. "I'll call my store Pell's." "Your business partners will love it." "They will love it!" shouted Stanley. Esther heard the children stirring. "Now you've done xi it," she said. "Stanley Pell," Stanley muttered. "You can change your name," Esther told him, putting on her robe to go to the children's room. "But I changed ray name once, to Pelkowski, and I'll die Pelkowski. My name is not something for your whim." She left the room. "My children will be Pell's!" Stanley shouted at her back. And they were. And so was Exx Esther, though she introduced herself and signed her name Pelkowski. Esther had two more children after the War, both girls, and Stanley gave up the quest for platoons of sons. Besides, things |