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Show They didn't come south too often. The Germans were white and didn't have gangs anymore. When the A did come* 'ttttqr wrecked the field shacks and tree houses and beat on Jews. Rutter waited for Redboots Loop before school and after, ±xa± £HX± always followed by at least three of his gang. He tweaked Redboot' ears and kicked him behind the knees. He thumped his head. He named him Redboots. Joe Redboots Loop. And then everybody in his grade picked it up too. His dad*was no help. He'd spent too BXRXXXKX many years just keeping quiet for being German. Besides, he sold liquor out of the basement and made due keeping quiet. WKite V "You can't make friends with him?" said Janpfe Loop. He ran his hand over his thinning white hair, then took off his glasses and rubbed the red marks on his nose. "Give him something. Buy him off. Get him a football." "Mom takes all my money for the mortgage," said xxxx Red Boots. "You give her all your money?" RKKXKKKXXXB Red Boots went to his mother. She was chopping stew meat in the kitchen. The room smelled like bread. She held the cleaver up to him. "Do you know what I'd do to your father if he beat me?" she asked. "I'll tell you. The first time he Xxxxx turned his xxxx back he'd x carry this around in xi it." She showed Boots the xxx cleaver. "When that Polack turns his back, you let him know he better either kill you or never turn his back xxxxxxx again." She went back to the meat, like it was the center of the world. "What kind of boy are you?" she said. That was a good question. He wondered what kind of man his father was. He felt overwhelmed. The next day after school Rutter was thumping his head and kicking his butt. Red Boots clopped along in his red boots under his red hair and in his red face. At the corner he turned on 1 Rutter and said, "That's it. Don't." Rutter laughed. Red Boots Loop xxx worried through his whole first paper route what he was xxxxx going to do when he saw Rutter at the fire station. If he fought him he'd lose. He wondered how much footballs cost. He thought maybe he could wait till dark to get there, but it was February and not getting dark till six now. Too late to deliver. So he didn't make any dlecisions. He just went to the station. ThjB day was dry and Rutter and his crowd were out playing stick |