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Show 35 next year at Holy Rosary and join Frances in seventh. Bush said Edju wanted to come to the states. She rubbed Stanley shoulders and buttered his bread. "You're hungry for a change," Bush said to him. Stanley dipped his white buttered bread into his red soup. "Yes," he said to Bush. "Things change." Furgeson Strong looked like his father only younger. He smoked a cigar. He carried a flask. But he didn't sit down. He walked about the store like a xaaxixx big new rooster. He blew his smoke purposefully. Stanley followed him through a living room set, then a bedroom set, then he stopped following. He went back to the cash register, poured himself a drink and xx waited. Fergeson circled, stared, rubbed his face, his chin, his eyes. He stared out the big front window onto Celebration Avenue, hands iaxixx on his xx lower back. He finished his cigar. He took a drink. Then walked over to Stanley. "Things will be different when I'm in charge," Ra Furgeson said to Stanley. "Some changes," said Stanley. "Yes." Furgeson lit another cigar, stopped a moment, then offered one to Sixxx Stanley who decided he didn't smoke cigars anymore. "You don't have any of the recent xixxx" styles." "My son kept track of that," said Stanley. Furgeson eyed him. "He's at Georgetwon now." "Well," said Furgeson, "I suppose you've shot for a different kind of customer." "Yes." KxixxxxxxixX'XiixxxxaxX'BBXxX Stanley moved from behind the counter and stood in front of Furgeson Strong. "Polish, poor, and stupid." Strong winced or grimaced or smirked, Stanley couldn't tell# He straightened. "You won't own this place anymore, Mr. Pell." "I own it now," said Stanley. "Yes," said Furgeson. "But you won't." "But I do now," said Stanley. That's when Furgeson Strong got the first inkling that Stanley understood him. He hadn't come to be understood. "I don't understand," he said. |