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Show 59 have this big dog, see, and that night Virginia came out to let the dog off its chain and give it some water. So I went back that way a couple of times after that, and sure enough, every night at nine Virginia comes out to take care of the dog." "Andy!" Karl exclaimed. "Are you stuck on Virginia Ward?" Looking sheepish, Andy said, "Stuck? I don't know. Maybe. I guess so. I think she's a good looker, don't you?" Virginia Ward was blond, dimpled, and giggly, with about as much sense as a feather tick, Karl thought. "Did you ever talk to her?" he asked. Andy replied, "When I go past, I say hello and she says hello. I don't know, Karl, I kind of have the feeling that if I had the nerve to say more, she wouldn't mind, maybe. Only, I'd have to be careful. If Harry Ward saw a Hunky talking to his daughter, he'd kick my dupa all the way down Oak Street to the Monongehela River." Karl had to agree. Harry Ward was the burgess of Canaan, Pennsylvania, or P.A. as people called it because P.A. was easier to say than Pennsylvania. Local talk had it that Ward might run for state senator after another term as burgess. Andy's opinion of the man was right on target: although Harry Ward wanted the votes of the few immigrants who'd become naturalized citizens, he certainly didn't think of them as his social equals. "Well, I guess I'd better get started," Andy said, ducking his head as he stood to keep from hitting the low branches of the apple tree. "I have a library books that's due tomorrow, so I might as well take it back before I...well, see you later, Karl." |
