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Show Acting Alone Page 239 Chapter Fourteen She brought him the two most important objects in the cosmos stuffed and wadded in the left tit pocket of her baggy fatigues. "I seen them at the PX, and they looked so lonesome on the shelf. They was at a dixcount so I buyed 'em for you." He sometimes wondered if she deliberately exaggerated her subliterate speech patterns when around him - just rising or sinking to expectations like a juvenile delinquent acting extra sullen and dangerous for his probation officer, or a famous novelist on the Dick Cavett Show parodying him/herself in order to give the public what it wants. Sam seemed to remember that her themes hadn't been this rough-edged. Dixcount? Where do you get that, Shanny? It goes without saying that Sam was in too shitty a mood even to notice what the two most important objects in the cosmos were. He ignored them for now, even as she tried to coax them from her giant buttony pocket. The amends she was trying to make were more than negated by the grotesque object she still insisted on keeping pinned to the khaki front of those very fatigues. Sam asked the deliberately baiting question that was by now becoming a tradition here at on-base housing: "Where'd you get that swell pin? Box of Crackerjack?" "It's a brooch, a valuable collector's item worth money." Shanny |
