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Show 102 out there, he was busting his fat ass, and when I turned around I saw that Donny hadn't even slowed down, was working right through the break. I said I don't know and I don't really give a shit and then I must have closed my eyes because the next thing I know Chuck's poking me in the ribs saying let's go, break's over. I didn't even try to keep up with Donny anymore. I just set a good steady pace for myself and stuck with it. Every once in a while Donny and I would happen to be up at the same time and I would look through at him, but his eyes were dead, like the eyes of a fish that's been cooked, and I don't think he even noticed me staring at him. And Donny didn't stop, didn't even slow down, when Chuck's chain hoist broke and the lid of his mold on twelve came down on his fingers. He had jerked back pretty good when the chain snapped, so it was only the tips of a couple of fingers, but when I got around there and saw the Ferguson kid peeling back the bloody glove, I knew Chuck was off the job. The lid had done real neat work, bitten them off right above the nails, and Chuck was just standing there with this "what happened" look on his face. Then the super comes over and tells Ferguson and I to get back to work, he would take care of it, and told Chuck to come with him up front. You could have tracked them by the trail of red on the floor, like paint. There was only about half an hour to go in the shift after that and I didn't feel like working anymore at all but there was |
