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Show 59 Red bought himself a suit and wore a white shirt and tie to work every morning. He carried a xxa brief case instead of a lunch pail. He gave me fifty cents every Sunday to shine his shoes. He kept reading. H Neda kept eating. Helen kept praying. Next door, the Spinxes died. One for Christmas and one for Easter. Across the street Mrs. Flossie bit it, too, and her flat went up for sale and everybody that came looking was black. Mrs. Wheedle still took care of her retarded daughter, but she had to go in the hospital for awhile and when she came out she couldn't use the toilet anymore and carried all her waste around in a little sack under her dress. Helen went over there once a week with The Infant stuffed into her big brown picnic basket that she usually filled with candy for Red on Easter. She put a votive candle in there too, along with iXa The Infant, and a bottle of Mogan David wine. She always came back feeling xxxxxxx really happy and then she'd get sick. Red was right, Helen puked easy, and that didn't change after the operation. Now Funster was keeping his telescope on one tripod and his rifle on another. Since shooting me he'd put an infra-red periscope on his rifle so he didn't shoot anything he didn't want to. He had sandbags about 2^ 2| feet high on the roof of his front porch and began digging a ditch in his backyard for a bomb shelter. Me and Stubie Stucka dug a ditch in Stubie's backyard, too, but his old man came in drunk one night and fell in, so it was back to burning shacks and wrecking churches for Stubie, except for when he came around and got smacked up a dozen times for a ak quarter from Red. A white family looked at the Spinxes house. Edju came to visit. Edju had a hairline like a spear. He had chubby hands and a chubby belly and a skinny nose like a pick ax just like Uncle Stanley and Aunt Sylvia and all their kids. He spoke Polish, Russian, German, French, and English, but no one ever understood a fucking thing he said. Everything came out ooo-ooo, you, ooo, very, so-so. He had a World accent. His English wife translated and she sounded like the $x Queen. She hated being called Aunt Elizabeth so we called her Aunt Elizabeth. We called Edju, Edju because he wanted to be called Uncle Ed. |