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Show Flying - 186 "We got to police up the company area," he says. "Let's go. All of you." With twenty or thirty others they fan out and move through the area, looking like a civil war skirmish line, picking up cigarette butts and candy wrappers. "It's very simple," says O'Connell to John Henry as they walk along side by side, stooping every few steps to pick up litter, "you have to keep your cool, that's all. Listen to Tucson John, he's got the word. Do like he says and you won't end up like Tex. It's guaranteed." "It ain't like that at all," says Jackson, ten feet up the line, bending over to get a cigarette butt. "At ease," says Karafa. "Shut up and pay attention to what you're doing, Jackson." "Sure thing, sarge. I wouldn't want to miss nothin'," says Jackson, picking up a piece of paper. "And don't give me no lip," says Karafa, walking up right behind him. "All I want to see is assholes and elbows," says O'Connell in a deep and bear-like voice. "You watch your mouth too, O'Connell. You may be short but you ain't out yet." They reach the end of the company area, wait for stragglers, and line up to go back through it one more time. Holding in his left hand his new-gathered bundle of cigarette |
