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If it wasn't for that American business would be in a pretty pickle. It was a hot August day. In the empty hal s of the dim building he met two rusty old women coming with pails and scrubbingbrushes to clean the office. The wabble of the wait-resses'hips and breasts while they were serving meals, girls' underwear in store windows, the smel of the bath-hous

se they knew him scared eyes narrowing black with fright? a barber the man in the little grocerystore the woman he boarded with inscared voices they ask Why won't they believe? We knew him We seen him every day Why won't they believe that day we buy the eels?only the boy isn't scaredpencil scrawls in my notebook the scraps of recol ec-tion the broken halfphrases the effort to intersect word with word to dovetail clause We can make very much money there. He couldn't think of anything. She got up and took two or three swigs from a bottle of gin she kept in the medicinecloset in the bathroom.