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Show 143 so he went out onto the porch and stood on the edge over the steps with his hands on his hips watching as if that would be enough, but it wasn't. "Go out there with him, Jarvis," said Helen, so I did and Red said, "Get back inside," so I did, but Helen sent me back out. I stood just outside the door. There were three guys on one car and three on the other, sitting on the hoods and yelling and drinking beer and occasionally reaching in the x windows and honking the horns. They were having a wonderful time. "Hey!" yelled Red. And "Hey-hey," they yelled back. "Have a beer." "I don't want a beer," said Red. "It's Christmas night. My family's asleep." And they yelled, "Well get them up," and "hey-hey" and "what fuck" and and various profanities and horn honks, none of which was pleasing Red too much because yelling and swearing in front of his house was tantamount in his mind to xxx doing the same in his living room, generally earning his single request to desist. "Okay," said Red. "You've had lots of fun and noise, you're waking everybody up, I'm asking you just once to go." And some said, "Ask twice, please ask twice," and some said "Fuck you old man, " and they honked their horns some more and somebody yelled "Come on down and stop us, " feeling pretty much I guess like they were the rough young cow-poke outlaws fresh in from the range and ready to shoot up a town full of church-goers and clerks and maybe just this one old xxxx. sheriff who they could probably scare away or make dance. Red was pounding his fist into his palm now and mumbling "somebody'd going to get hurt, somebody's going to get hurt," and even though there was six of them and one of him he sure didn't mean himself. Red had trouble envisioning himself as an underdog. He turned to me and said "Stay here," and went on down. Already I wished he had his bowling ball with him. He was deadly with that bowling ball and being a bit of an unusual sight it tended to take people off balance, like first strike bowling ball deterence. Now Red stood in the street with kixxxxxaxxxxxixxxxxixxaak fists cocked just below his waist. The six guys xiaoaxiaxxxxxi faced at him, their backs to their cars. They weren't kids, they were in the^y TV/eriUus. lwo\of them taller than Red, though nobody nearly |
