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Show 163 "There's a kid selling papers over there," Andy said. "We'll ask him where we can eat." A scarf wrapped several times around the newsboy's neck hid his chin; his cheeks were chapped bright red and his fingers were blue. "Paper!" he yelled, although no one was near except Andy and Karl. "Read all about the election!" "Hey, let me see that headline," Andy said, grabbing a paper from the boy's hand. "Look at this, Karl. Woodrow Wilson won. Taft and Roosevelt split the Republican party, and the Democrats sneaked in." It didn't matter in the least to Karl that Woodrow Wilson would be the next president. Nothing mattered, except the hurt inside him, which had grown so much worse it filled him too full to leave room for any other thoughts. Yulyona's face wouldn't leave him -- Yulyona smiling, laughing as she danced with him, Yulyona wearing the nightgown.... "If you wanna read the paper, buy it!" the newsboy demanded. "I ain't the public library." Andy handed back the paper and asked the kid, "Where can we get some breakfast?" "Ain't no place around here, big spender," the kid jeered. "There's a greasy spoon down by the docks, but the guys that hang around there are real tough. They'll probably eat you for breakfast." "Come on." Andy took Karl's arm and pulled him through the untracked snow. |
