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Show 29 Attorney, and the City Judge. It was hard enough on Garvey that he had to get his booze someplace else, and the Police Chief settled for appropriating Stanley's stock. Still, Stanley got his name in the paper, and suddenly had to rely again on his xtexixxxjxixwlnrefrffrrxfcxxx business. He had to make do with xx PELL'S FURNITURE. Suddenly he realized what a poor location PELL'S had, on lower Celebration Avenue, the commercial district on the edge of Polish Town. But he still had his Bay front apartment houses, though a bit run down, and his land south of town, the land that would make him a milliomaire when the city expanded, when the Ford plant came. He just had to work a little harder, but Stanley hated work, so he didn't, xxiixa 1 He went for walks. He walk£<j in his woods and took his gun, bringing home fresh rabbit and squirrel, and sometimes, in season, ducks. Helen remembered going out on the back X porch axxxXx in the evening xxxxxxxxxak looking at the dead game, the fur of the rabbits and squirrels listless but soft against ixxxxai their cold, stiff frames, the duck feathers xxx£ holding the sunset purple then green on the necks of the mallards, xx&xikKXKXKXXKXHxxxx£xxxxkKXHXxxxKx the eyes motionless like dark glass marbles. Stanley no longer ate with Bush and the four younger children. He drank, had a bath, and went down to the store to get little Stan who spent all his time, except for the hours in high school, down on Celebration Avenue keeping the shop in line. Stanley and x Stan closed the store together and came home, eating together in the kitchen, talking business. With little Stan in charge Pell's had again begun to make money. Stan studied the catalogues and the big stores downtown and knew what people bought. He knew from the looks on their faces and the way they wondered through the diplays whether they wanted help or wanted to be left alone. He knew when they were ready to buy and when they weren't, x£ he found out through conversation whether or not they had a home, what their plans were, if they had money enough to spend seriously. He knew how to sell the most attractive item of a display at cost and make his profit on the rest. And nobody in the store touched the cash register but little Stan. "Let me take over the store," he'd beg Stanley as they ate their leftovers on the_little kitchen table. He had thick dark |