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Show Anting Alone Page 303 it don't mean you can't go round wearin pretend insignias, too, just like those of us that's in the real American armed forces. C'mon, don't be shy, turn around and lemmee see your other insignias besides that cute yellow ribbon you got on that nice Wembley shirt. C'mon, turn arou - Eeew! For ick!" "What're you mean, 'ick,' woman? These're the insignias of the Hostages for --" "Those are like what Hitler has on him, Spikey!" "What you talkin about, woman?" "I been to college and I learned about that Hitler stuff. That's Nazi insignias. Eeew, gross!" Spikey backed off into shadows. It was real dark in Shannon's trailer today because it was real dark outside. The sky was almost like night with big old thunderclouds and blowing dirt. Just a little light shined off her cousin's brooches. After a while Spikey could talk again, and he went, "You're' too good to wear my Hostage pin anymore, ain't you, woman?" He was trying to change the subject. "It makes my Sammy mad." "Hell with him. Mama Mae Bell wants me to fetch you to her so's she can lend you advice and stuff about him. He's a nogood bum, and here you are bustin your li'l buns and destroyin your li'l earlobes out there on the artillery range just to feed him and house him and give him some clothes on his back. Mama wants a talk with you. She got some more dossy-yay stuff from her G-men." |
