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Show 147 in the street in front of their house right on the spot where Saint Franky Gorky got wiped out, and then waited on the curb Kk until a car went by and just like Franky Gorky the candle got rubbed out too. Among all the other stuff Joseph and Andrew had up in their room was a shrine to Franky Gorky. They piled some boxes, on top they put a small straw dummy with a horse chestnut for a head, and they lit some candles in front of him. Every once in awhile they took that dummy down and ran him over with a toy truck. Sometimes they xxx played bedroom hockey with Franky Gorky's head. But of all the people who were hanging around dead in that neighborhood, Franky Gorky was the most famous and the least seen, which put Joseph and Andrew right on ixaaxxxaxkyxgaxxxxxxsiaxx the Franky Gorky mystery, xa Andrew set up everyday in front of the shrine with his silver hanger and Joseph shut down his good ear and eye and Andrew intoned "Franky Gorky, where ever you are, come on down!" but he never did. Andrew could tune in on Uncle Jon's voices and said he knew where Grandma Funster went, like Franky Gorky, he communicated with animals, though only if they already spoke English and then too ikax there was the incalculable role of Joseph, axx ever cynical and concommitant, and as Willie might say, it was impossible to know what contributed to what. "Maybe it's a generation gap," said Andrew. "He never existed," said Joseph. "Nev-nev-never." I told them that me and Georgie Gorky used to go in his room and touch his rosary and smell his pillow. "He doesn't hang around at the Gorky's," said Joseph. "Nobody seems to hang around where they belong in this neighborhood," I said. "Not if they're dead," said Andrew. He took off his halo. "They just don't care anymore." There was a peck at the window and Joseph opened it for Crow. "What do you know about Franky Gorky, Crow?" asked Joseph. "Dead as a doornail," said Crow. -See," said Andrew, "just the standard stuff." He popped Crow a Corn Curl. "I'm going to crack this Franky Gorky thing." "I'm going to crack your head," said Joseph. He picked up the truck that Uncle Bif had given him for Christmas and smack^Andrew on thyhead -with it, which of course did nothing because Andrew, |
