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Show 177 waking every few minutes to look at the clock. Andy appeared at exactly seven. "Holy gee, you look like you won the Irish sweepstakes," Andy exclaimed when he saw Karl. "Where«d you get the nifty outfit?' "Not from the Irish sweepstakes -- from an Irish Samaritan," Karl told him. "Am I hearing you right?" Andy asked, breaking into a grin. "Was that a feeble attempt at a joke? It sounds like you're coming out of the black mopes you've been in ever since we left Canaan." "I think I am," Karl answered. "I guess the lady that gave me the new clothes helped me snap out of it. Do I look good?" "Classy! Except your shirt's pretty filthy, and you don't have a necktie. Here, take my scarf and put it under your coat to hide the shirt. Go on, take it. I won't need it. I have a train ticket, so I'm gonna ride the coach this time, not a boxcar." "Andy! You're going home too? I just decided to go back to Canaan myself. Andy sank onto the bench beside Karl, seeming taut with excitement. "I'm not going to Canaan. I'm going to Gary, Indiana. I planned to figure out some way to take you with me, but if you're going home, that's a hell of a lot better. For you, I mean. I'll still go to Gary." "Why Gary?" Karl asked. "Listen," Andy said, "I have a lot to talk to you about, and there isn't much time. I haven't eaten all day, but I don't want to go back to the Salvation Army kitchen because we won't be able |