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Show 160 assumed you did, even though you don't have it written down here." "Along with my a£ age," said Red. "Listen," said the art editor. "You're very talented and we'd like to have you but you're too young and you don't have an education. But we have a training agreement with the Cleveland School of Art and Design. We'll send you there for two years, then you can come back here and finish your education locally while working for us. '//hen you graduate you can be an art editor." "How am I going to live in Cleveland for two years?" said Red. "You won't," £ said his mother, Emma Loop who had biceps like lamp legs. "Who's going to support you while you're running around painting pictures?" "I'll get a job in Cleveland." *^J "Who's going to support us?" Red's older sister"already married and moved a block away and his younger sister Jelly had a little tiny leg. Red used the argument Helen gave him. "In four years I won't just have a job, I'll have a career." "Four years," said Emma. "I could be dead in four years. That editor will be dead in four years. In four years you could make a lot of money at the Kxa Forge. Whitey got you a job. What's the newspaper offering you, a promise in four years." Whitey was by the radio, having a cigar. "You got me a job at the Forge," said Red. And Whitey nodded. He looked like he would have been big if he wasn't little. "I want to be an artist." Red really hadn't thought about being an artist, he just wanted a nice job at the newspaper, but the dramtics of the situation was making him put things in concise terms. "An artist," said Whitey Loop. He blew smoke, much like he did when he got older and became Grandpa Whitey Loop, only now he was younger and the Depression was just ending and he still gave a shit about a few things. "What's an artist?" Whitey Loop was certainly enigmatic, in a simple kind of way. Red didn't have an answer to that so he went back to Helen who had told Bush that she got the scholarship to Villa Maria College and a^sh'" said'7 "Great ,\can you trade it for money, maybe some ducks? |
