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Don't ya ever eat anythin' but potatoes? he asksQuestions tug at his mindHe wants to ask her why she never eats with him at night, but always serves him first; he wants to tell her that he doesn't like to be asked where he is going
You're not going to be at a CU meeting, are ya? she asks
What do you care? (Why don't you ever put a dress over that slip?)
Roy, you're going to get in trouble there, I don't like those men, you're only going to hurt yourself at the club, you know now the war's on they have nothing to do with them
There's nothing wrong with the CULeave me alone, goddammit
He slams the door, and walks into the nightIt is snowing a little, and at the street corners his shoes crunch icily through the slushHe sneezes once or twiceA man's gotta get out and have rolex swiss watches someY'get some ideals to fight for in the organization and a woman wants to stop yaI'm gonna be up there someday
In the meeting hall, the air is hot and metallic from the heaters, and the smell of wet clothing is sourHe grits a cigarette butt into powder with his foot
All right, we're in a war, men, the speaker says, we gotta fight for the country, but we don't want to be forgettin' our private enemiesHe pounds the speaker's table over which a flag with a cross is spreadThere's the foreign element we got to get rid of, that are conspiring to take over the countryThere are cheers from the hundred men seated in camp chairsWe gotta stick together, or we'll be havin' our women raped, and the Red Hammer of Red Jew Fascist Russia WILL BE SMASHING YOUR DOOR DOWN
That's tellin' chanel purse white him, the man next to Gallagher saysGallagher feels a pleasurable fury forming in him
Who takes away your jobs, who tries to sneak up on your wives and your daughters and even your mothers 'cause they wouldn't stop at nothing, who's out to get YOU and YOU 'cause you ain't a Red and a Jew, and you don' wanta bow down before a filthy goddam no-good Communist who don't respect the Lord's name, and would stop at nothing
Let's kill them! Gallagher shrieksHe is shaking with excitement
That's it, men, we're gonna clean up on 'em, after the war we're really gonna have an organization, I got telegrams here from our com-pat-riots, patriots as well as friends, and they're all stickin' with us
You're all in on the ground floor, men, and those of ya that are goin' into the Army gotta prada replica handbags learn to use your weapons so that afterwardYou get the idea, menWe ain't licked, we're gettin' bigger all the time
When the meeting is over, Gallagher drifts into a barThe dry throat, the painful tension in his chestAs he drinks, his rage diffuses and he grows sullen and bitter
They're always cheatin' ya at the last minute, he says to the man beside himThey had come out of the meeting together
That's all it is, it's a goddam mother-fuggin plot, and they ain't gonna break me, I'm gonna get out on top
On the way home he slips in a puddle, and wets his pant leg up to his hipFug you, he roars at the pavementPlot, always fuggin a guy, well, you ain't gonna get me
He lurches into his flat, and pitches off his overcoatHe sneezes raspingly, and swears to himself
Mary wakes up in chanel watch her chair, and looks at him
That all you got to say? I'mwhat the hell do you know about it?
Roy, every time you come back you're like this
Trying to keep a man down, all you're interested in is the goddam dough I bring back, well, I'LL GIVE YOU ALL THE DOUGH YOU WANT
Roy, don't talk to me like that
Staaart crying, go ahead, staaart crying, I'm on to you
Roy, I'm not going to hold it against you, I don't know what's the matter with you, but there's something in you I just don't understand, what do you want of me?
Lea' me alone
Oh, Roy, you're wet, take off your pants, honey, why do you drink, it always makes you so bitter, I've been praying for you, honest I haveHe sits by himself for a few minutes staring at the lace doily on the tableAaah, I don' know, I don' vintage fendi bag know
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