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Show 115 "Well that's delightful, Red," said Stinky. By the time the score was 49-0 nobody gave a shit about nothin. Uncle Jon Experiments with Death I started putting Helen's share of my income under the votive lamp in £xaxg front of The Infant of Prague and that's where I put the $100, so between what Helen found and Red found we were set for a pretty good Thanksgiving. Bush got out of the hospital axaaxxia etexxxkafaxB the Wednesday before, Red picked her up and took her home though Jon kept calling there as soon as Red and Bush left the hospital room and didn't stop till Bush got home and picked up the phone. "I'm not dead yet," Bush said. "Good, we've £ax foiled him again," said Jon. Thanksgiving was going to be the last day Jon spent with us before returning £ home with Bush after dinner. Bush and Jon couldn't go to Stanley's because he was having Aunt Sylvia's parents over. Of course Red was happy as a pizza pie that he got to entertain Bush and Jon because nobody else would. But Helen was really k glad to kax finally have Bush over. Bush's stint in the hospital convinced Helen that Bush was on her last legs and this was going to be her last set of holidays. "Who knows," said Helen. "Bush could go any day. This could be her last Thanksgiving, or her last Christmas." Helen hadn't called Red's football bonanza a miracle, she was too intellectual for that stuff, she said that the world was k just evening itself out. "Things work out, Jarvis," she said to me. "The poor suffer one way and the rich suffer another way. If you're good you get your due, and the aikx other way around." So that's what I'd been doing in those xaoxxaxx peoples' houses, collecting dues, keeping those rich people certified members of the human race. Meanwhile Uncle Jon was upset because Grandma Funster began Pleading with him not to leave the neighborhood. "Who's she going to talk to if I leave?" asked Jon. "Maybe she'll go home," said Helen. "Who knows, these could be |