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Show 50 "Mom," Karl called from the Stulaks' back porch, "Andy's mother invited me to eat supper over here." He waited, hoping, until his mother poked her head around the back door. "Well, if you're sure it's no bother to Mrs. Stulak," she called back, "it would be fine with me, because I haven't even started our supper." "Thanks, Mom." Karl was happy she'd agreed. He loved to eat at Stulaks' -- Mrs. Stulak was a wonderful cook. "And Andy says he'll go after Kathleen, so don't worry about that." In the Stulak back yard, the two boarders, Vaclav and Emil Hrenko, were stripped to the waist, soaping away the grime of the mill in a washtub set on an upended box. They were brothers who'd come to America only a year before. Since both were unmarried and had no need for a house of their own, they paid the Stulaks for a room and their meals. Almost all the new immigrants started out that way --as boarders -- until they either married in America or brought their women over from the old country. Andy had gone to the end of the yard to fill the coal scuttle, so Karl limped into the Stulaks' kitchen, inhaling deeply because the kitchen was filled with delicious smells. "Vitajce u nas," Mrs. Stulak welcomed Karl. She said something else in Slovak to her daughter |