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He couldn't endure another few minutes like the... |
9th September 2010, 00:02 |
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He couldn't endure another few minutes like the ones next to the machine gunner
But he should go onMartinez rubbed his nose like a child before insuperable difficultiesAll the fatigue of the past two days, the nervous strain of this night, were bothering him nowGoddam, how far he want me go? he thought resentfullyHe turned around, edged back into the grove from which he had come, and began to descend the passHe was conscious now of the time that had elapsed since he had stabbed the sentry, and it made him increasingly anxiousThere was a chance, if the guard was discovered, that they would send patrols out, but it was not likely at night, and besides he was lost if the guard had been discoveredHe made virtually no attempt at concealment in the stretches of the pass where he had found no Japanese beforeThe only important omega aqua terra watch thing was to get back soon
He came to the rear of the grove with the T trail, and paused outside it, listeningHe could hear nothing for a few seconds, and, impatient, he entered and crept up along the stemThe dead man was lying undisturbed by the machine gunMartinez looked past him, started to tiptoe around him, and noticed a wrist watch on his armHe paused, stared at it for two full seconds while he debated whether to remove itHe turned to go and then moved back again and knelt beside himThe hand was still warmHe fumbled with the catch, and dropped the hand in a sudden discharge of disgust and terrorHe couldn't bear the thought of remaining in the grove any longer
Instead of turning left at the trail and following it out of the grove into the shadow, he stepped past the machine gun into the clearing, and crept from rock to louis vuitton backpacks rock until he reached the protection of the cliffHe stared back a last time at the grove and then continued on down the pass
As he moved along he was bothered by a double sense of disappointment and frustrationHe had turned back before he had to, and this bothered himInstinctively, he was wondering how to change the story so that he would satisfy CroftBut more directly, more painfully, he was thinking with regret how easy it would have been to have taken the wrist watchNow that he was out of the grove, he was disgusted with himself for having been afraid to lingerHe thought of the things he could have doneBesides the watch he could have retrieved the knife (he had forgotten about it when he looked at the soldier) or he could have jammed the machine gun by putting a handful of dirt in the boltHe thought with amusement of chanel logo earrings how their faces would have looked, and realized with a shock how terrified they would be when they discovered the dead manGoddam, good ol' Martinez, hoping that Croft would say the same thing
In less than an hour he reached the platoon again, and gave his account to CroftThe only change he made was to say that there was no way to slip by the second bivouac"You had to kill that Jap, huh?"
"Yes
Croft shook his headThat'll stir 'em up from here to Jap headquarters He thought for a moment, and said pensively, "I don't know, you never can say what's gonna come out"Goddam, no think of that He was too tired now to feel any deep regret, but as he lay down on his bedding he wondered how many more mistakes he would discover in the next few days"Goddam, tired," he said to rouse Croft's sympathy
"Yeah, I guess you had a rough go ladies omega watches Croft laid his hand on Martinez's shoulder, gripped it fiercely"Don't say a -bleep- word to the LootenantYou went clear through the pass without seeing a -bleep- thing, y' understand?"
Martinez was puzzled
"That's it, you're a good boy, Japbait
Martinez smiled lazilyIn three minutes he was asleep
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HEARN woke up feeling quite rested the next morningHe twisted around in his blankets and watched the sun rising over the eastern hills, which were becoming distinct now, seeming to rise like rocks from waterEverywhere the dawn mists were settling in the hollows and valleys, and he felt as if he could see a great distance, almost to the eastern end of the island a hundred miles away
About him the others also were awakening; Croft and Goldstein were rolling their blankets, and one or two of them were returning from the prada clutch wee |
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8th September 2010, 04:22 |
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Martinez glided across the rest of the distance separating him from the groveOnce inside the trees, he paused again, flattened himself against a trunkHe waited until his eyes became acclimated to the darkness and then he crept forward from tree to tree, separating the brush with his hands in his passageAfter fifteen yards he came to a path and stopped, peering to left and rightThen he paced along it to the border of the grove again, halting before a small emplacement, into which he kneltThere had been a machine gun there several days before -- he reasoned this by the fact that the holes for the studs of the tripod were no damper than the surface of the emplacementBesides, the machine gun had pointed toward the rock ledge; the Japanese would have used it that afternoon in the ambush if it had still been there
Slowly, cautiously, he examined the periphery of the groveThe Japanese had left, and by the number of empty ration cartons, the size of their tiffany replica latrine trench, he estimated that they must have made up a full platoonRecon had run into much less than that; it could mean only that most of their platoon had been withdrawn a day or two before, and the men who had attacked them were a rear guard, who had retreated up the pass shortly afterward
Why?
As if to answer him, he could hear faintly the sound of the artilleryIt had been firing frequently all that dayJaps go back to help stop attackThis seemed reasonable, and yet he was perplexedSomewhere farther up the pass there might or might not be some JapaneseMartinez shivered, holding the damp rotting cardboard wrapper of a ration in his handHe had a vague rather frightening vision of soldiers moving in the darkness, stumbling from place to placeHe would go groping into thatHe shook his head like an animal bridling at an unexpected sensationThe silence and darkness of the grove were wearing upon him, eroding his courage
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7th September 2010, 23:04 |
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Martinez glided across the rest of the distance separating him from the groveOnce inside the trees, he paused again, flattened himself against a trunkHe waited until his eyes became acclimated to the darkness and then he crept forward from tree to tree, separating the brush with his hands in his passageAfter fifteen yards he came to a path and stopped, peering to left and rightThen he paced along it to the border of the grove again, halting before a small emplacement, into which he kneltThere had been a machine gun there several days before -- he reasoned this by the fact that the holes for the studs of the tripod were no damper than the surface of the emplacementBesides, the machine gun had pointed toward the rock ledge; the Japanese would have used it that afternoon in the ambush if it had still been there
Slowly, cautiously, he examined the periphery of the groveThe Japanese had left, and by the number of empty ration cartons, the size of their tiffany replica latrine trench, he estimated that they must have made up a full platoonRecon had run into much less than that; it could mean only that most of their platoon had been withdrawn a day or two before, and the men who had attacked them were a rear guard, who had retreated up the pass shortly afterward
Why?
As if to answer him, he could hear faintly the sound of the artilleryIt had been firing frequently all that dayJaps go back to help stop attackThis seemed reasonable, and yet he was perplexedSomewhere farther up the pass there might or might not be some JapaneseMartinez shivered, holding the damp rotting cardboard wrapper of a ration in his handHe had a vague rather frightening vision of soldiers moving in the darkness, stumbling from place to placeHe would go groping into thatHe shook his head like an animal bridling at an unexpected sensationThe silence and darkness of the grove were wearing upon him, eroding his courage
Martinez wiped his foreheadHe was black gucci bags sweating and he realized with surprise that his shirt was quite wet and very chillHis tension had subsided for a moment or two, and it made him aware of his fatigue and the nervous shock of being awakened an hour or two after he had fallen asleepThe hamstrings of his thighs felt taut, quivered a littleBut he did not consider at all the idea of turning back
Carefully he followed the trail through the grove toward the passIt extended for several hundred yards through brush and forest not quite thick enough to be jungleOnce his face brushed against a long flat leaf and a few insects darted in fright across his cheekHe flicked them off, his fingers moist with anxietyBut one of the insects held on to his fingers, and then began to slide up his forearmMartinez flung it off, stood shivering in the darknessFor a few seconds everything was in balance; his will to move forward was frustrated by the irrational terror the insects had caused, the more concrete knowledge of fake chanel bag the Japanese there must be ahead, and most of all by the increasing deadening weight of all this strange earth he must explore at nightHe breathed deeply several times, moving his weight forward to his toes and then rocking back on his heels againA dull sluggish breeze stirred the leaves slightly, caressed his face with a momentary breath of coolnessHe could feel the perspiration coursing down his face in separate extended streams like the lines formed by tearsHe said this automatically but it released new currents of willThe resistance he had created inside himself mounted against it and then collapsedHe took a step forward, then another, and the effect was brokenHe moved on down the crude footpath the Japanese had worn in the grove, debouched after a minute or two into a clearing beyond the forestHe was in the pass now
The cliffs of Mount Anaka had taken a turn to the right, were parallel again to his routeOn the other side, to his left, were some steep, chanel watches almost precipitous hills which rose abruptly into the Watamai RangeThe channel through the mountains was about two hundred yards wide, an ascending avenue lined by tall buildingsIt was uneven with rolls and dips, great boulders and slattern mounds of earth, pocked here and there in the rock crevices with spates of foliage like the weeds that grow from the cracks in concreteThe moonlight was clearing the invisible peak of Mount Anaka, lancing downward into the pass and dappling the rocks and knolls with shadowsIt was all very bare, very cold; Martinez felt a thousand miles from the stifling velvet night of the jungleHe moved out from the protection of the grove, advanced a few hundred feet and knelt in the shadow of a boulderBehind him, near the horizon, he could see the Southern Cross, and instinctively he noted its directionThe pass ran due north
Slowly, reluctantly, he moved up through the defile, proceeding cautiously along the rocky littered floor of the black chanel handbag p |
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Nu, this America is not so differentThe old man... |
6th September 2010, 23:47 |
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Nu, this America is not so differentThe old man sees the goy faces staring at the victims
Joey, he calls in a harsh cracked voice
What is it, zaydee?
The goyim, what did they call you?
Sheenie
The grandfather shrugs againFor a moment an ancient buried anger moves himHe stares at the unformed features of the boy, the bright blond hairIn America even the Juden look like goyimThe old man rouses himself to speech, talks in YiddishThey beat you because you're a Jew, he saysDo you know what a Jew is?
Yes
The grandfather feels a spasm of warmth for his grandchildHe is an old man and he will die soon, and the child is too young to understand himThere is so much wisdom he could give
It's a difficult question, the meaning of a JewIt's not a race, he chanel classic bags says, it's not even a religion any more, maybe it will never be a nationDimly, he knows he has lost the child already, but he continues talking, musing aloud
What is it, then? Yehudah Halevy said Israel is the heart of all nationsWhat attacks the body attacks the heartAnd the heart is also the conscience, which suffers for the sins of the nationsHe shrugs once more, does not differentiate between saying aloud what he thinks or merely moving his lipsIt's an interesting problem, but personally I think a Jew is a Jew because he suffers
Why?
So we will deserve the Messiah? The old man no longer knowsIt makes us better and worse than the goyim, he thinks
But the child must always be given an answerHe rouses himself, concentrates and says without certainty, black gucci bags It is so we will lastHe speaks again, wholly lucid for a momentWe are a harried people, beset by oppressorsWe must always journey from disaster to disaster, and it makes us stronger and weaker than other men, makes us love and hate the other Juden more than other menWe have suffered so much that we know how to endureWe will always endure
The boy understands almost nothing of this, but he has heard the words and they engrave a memory which perhaps he will exhume laterHe looks at his grandfather, at the wrinkled corded hands and the anger, the febrile intelligence, in his pale old-man's eyesIt is the only word Joey Goldstein absorbsAlready he has forgotten most of the shame and fear of his beatingHe fingers the plaster on his temple, wonders if he can go chanel wallet out to play
The poor are the great voyagersThere are always new businesses, new jobs, new places to live, new expectations evolving into old familiar failures
There is the candy store in the East Side, which fails, and another which fails, and still anotherThere are movements: to the Bronx, back to Manhattan, to candy stores in BrooklynThe grandfather dies, and the mother is alone with Joey, settles at last in a candy store in Brownsville with the same front window that slides open painfully, the same dust on the candy
By the time he is eight and nine and ten, Joey is up at five in the morning, sells the papers, the cigarettes, to the men going to work, leaves at seven-thirty himself for school, and is back in the candy store again until it is almost rolex watches for women time for bedAnd his mother is in the store almost all day long
The years pass slowly in the work-vacuum, the lonely lifeHe is an odd boy, so adult, the relatives tell his motherAnd he is eager to please, a fine salesman on the honest side, but there are no potentialities for the big operator, the con manIt is all work, and the peculiar intimate union between his mother and himself of people who work together for many yearsDuring the time he is in high school there are impossible dreams about college, of being an engineer or a scientistIn his little spare time he reads technical books, dreams of leaving the candy storeBut of course when he does it is to work in a warehouse as a shipping clerk while his mother employs a kid to do the work he has done dolce |
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5th September 2010, 23:57 |
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That's a smart man invented that, he says to himselfHe is about to put the bike away when he decides to take it apartAh'm gonna learn all the little doodads in that brake
An hour later, after he has stripped it and reassembled it, he grins happilyThey ain't nothin' like a piece of machineryHe feels a deep content as he traces in his mind the wires and nuts and levers that make up the hand brake
All that machinery is simple, you jus' got to work it out for yourselfHe whistles a little, pleased with himselfAh bet in a coupla years they won't be anythin' Ah cain't fix
But in a couple of years he is working in a hotelThe bicycle shop shuts down in the depression, gucci men wallet and the only job he can get is as a bellhop working for tips in the fifty-room hotel at the end of the main streetHe makes a little money and there are always women and liquor to be hadOn night duty there seldom is a time when he can't find a girl in the hotel to spend a few hours with
One of his buddies has an old Ford, and on weekends when he's off he goes tearing around the sandy roads with him, a gallon jug between them rattling over the loose rubber pads near the gear shiftSometimes they take a couple of girls with them, and many Sundays they wake up in a strange room, not knowing what happened
One Sunday he wakes up married(Turning in bed drowsily, slipping chanel shopping bags his arm about the round belly beside himThe sheets are over his head and he looks at the warm skin and the deep black hair of the triangleHe places his finger in her navelHe is trying to remember her nameShe has a heavy strong face, and she yawns evenly and turns to him
Hubby? He shakes his head and slowly assembles the events of the past nightYou two sure you want to get married? the jGoddam! He is trying to think of where he met her
Where's ol' Slim?
He'n Clara are in the nex' room
Ol' Slim's married too? That's right, he isWilson begins to laugh againHe is beginning to remember their making love, and he feels a spasm of heatSlowly he caresses herYou're pretty chanel purses good, honey, as I remember
You're a fine man, Woodrow, she says huskilyFor a moment, he is thinking(Guess Ah had to git married, sometimeAh can move out from Pa's, and git that house over on Tolliver Street, an' we can set up He looks at her again, gazes at her body(Knew what Ah was doin' even if Ah was drunkMarried, goddam, let's give us a kiss, honey
The day after his first child is born, he talks to his wife in the hospital
Alice, honey, Ah want ya to gimme some money
What for, Woodrow, you know why Ah been keeping the money, same thing's gonna happen as last time, Woodrow, we need that money, we got the kid to pay for, bein' born in a hospitalAlice, a man gold gucci watches wants to git drunk once in a while, Ah been workin' goddam hard at the garage, and Ah feel like havin' me a little time, Ah couldn' be more hones' with ya
She looks at him suspiciouslyYou ain't gonna be layin' up with no woman
Ah'm sick an' tired of that, Alice, ifen you don' trust your own husband, you're pretty bad off, Ah'm kinda hurt you talk like that
She signs a check for ten dollars, scrawling her name laboriouslyHe knows she's proud of the checkbookYou write mighty fine, he says
Come back tomorrow mornin', honey?
Sure
On the street, after he has cashed the check, he stops for a drinkAh don' know, a woman's the goddamnedest animal God eveh made, he louis vuitton mahina annou |
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The slapping and pounding of the assault boat,... |
4th September 2010, 23:46 |
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The slapping and pounding of the assault boat, the constraint of the cots and men in their tiny space, even the sound of Stanley's voice, were offensive
"You know," Stanley was confiding to Croft, "I'm not saying I'm happy about the patrol, but still it's going to be an experience, you knowYou can't be a lower kind of noncom than I am, but still you got duties, and you need experience to carry it out right His speech had a modest tone, too modest for Red, who snorted scornfully
"Jus' keep your eyes open," Croft said"Most of the men in the platoon walk around like a bunch of goddam sheep lookin' at the ground
Red sighed to himselfStanley's ambition made him contemptuous, but there was an uneasy basis to his 2.55 chanel jumbo scorn which he partially understoodHe was the least bit enviousThe contradiction ended by depressing himAaah, he thought, every man jack eats his heart out, and what does it get him? He could see Stanley rising higher and higher in the months to come, and yet he would never be happyAny of us'll be lucky if we don't get a bullet in our gutHe felt his skin tightening across his back, and despite himself he turned around to look at the bare metal wall of the bow rampSince the day when he had lain helpless on the ground waiting for the Japanese soldier to kill him he had been feeling a recurring anxietyOften in the night he would awaken with a start, and turn around in his blankets, trembling unreasonably
What the hell do chloe paddington handbag I want to be a noncom for? he asked himselfYou get a guy killed in your squad and you never stop thinking about itI don't want to take no orders from nobody, and I don't want nobody to give 'em to meHe looked at Hearn standing in the rear of the boat, and felt a dull anger working in his throatA bunch of college kids who think it's like going to a football gameThat -bleep- is glad to be going out on thisDeep within him a passionate hatred was brewing for everyone in the Army who endangered his lifeWhat the hell is it to the General if we get knocked off? Just an experiment that got fugged-up
Stanley amused him, roused his ironyHis emotions finally boiled into speech"Hey, Stanley, you think they'll give you a Silver omega automatic seamaster Star?"
Stanley looked at him, tensing instantly
"Just wait, sonny," Red saidHe guffawed loudly and turned to Gallagher"They'll give him the Purple Ass-hole
"Listen, Red," Stanley said, trying to edge some menace into his voiceHe knew that Croft was watching him
"Aaah," Red snortedHe didn't want to fight at allHis back, even when it did not ache, left him weak and lethargicHe realized abruptly that he and Stanley had changed in the few months they had been on Anopopei; Stanley looked fatter and sleeker, more self-assuredRed felt the tired leanness of his own bodyBecause of all this, because of his doubt, his pride made him go on"You're biting off more than you can take, Stanley
"What's the matter, you tas hermes ganging up with Gallagher?"
Gallagher was frightened again, unwilling to be involvedIn the past weeks he had drawn in upon himself, become passiveHis occasional bursts of rage left him apatheticYet he could not withdraw now; Red was one of his best buddies"Red don't need to gang up with me," he muttered
"You guys think you're pretty tough 'cause you been around a little longer than me
"Maybe," Gallagher said
Stanley knew he had to tell Red off if he was to hold Croft's respectBut he felt incapable of itRed's taunt about combat had lacerated his confidence again; abruptly he was forced to face the knowledge that he was terrified at the thought of itHe took a deep breath"This ain't the time, Red, but wait'll we get fake birkin ba |
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I was in with Lefty Rizzo, but 'in' There wasn't... |
3rd September 2010, 23:43 |
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I was in with Lefty Rizzo, but 'in' There wasn't a dame in the world I couldn't make, models, actresses, good-lookin' twotsAnd all I'd work would be twenty hours a week, no, wait it was twenty-five, about four hours a night from five to nine, six nights a week, just collectin' the receipts from the numbers and turnin' them inYou hear me bitchin' now? Listen, it's all in the turn of the cards," Polack said, "all in the turnThe way to figure it is you're layin' low now, you're takin' it easy
Polack was about twenty-one, Minetta figuredHe wondered if he was lying about the moneyIt always made Minetta uncomfortable to realize that he never knew what went on in Polack's head, while Polack always seemed to guess what he was thinking aboutNot knowing what to answer, he attacked Polack"Just laying low, huh? You got in the Army 'cause you wanted cheap chanel purses to?"
"How do you know I couldn'ta stayed out?"
Minetta snorted"I know it 'cause nobody who's got a brain in their head would go in unless they had to He dumped his box on top of some others, and started back to the boats"You're out on a limb when you get stuck in the ArmyThey ain't a -bleep- thing you can do if somethin' happens to yaPoor -bleep-'s wife dies, and he's stuck out here"You want to know why Gallagher feels bad?"
"I knowThere was a cousin of mine whose wife got killed in an accidentJesus, you shoulda seen the way he carried onFor what? For a dame? I tried to talk to him, I said to him, 'Listen, what the hell are you lettin' go all that water for? There's lots of damesIn six mont's you'll be shackin' up again an' you won't even remember what this one looked like' He looks at me and starts bawlin', 'Oh, oh, oh,' and I try to louis vuitton backpacks tell him againSo what does he say to me?" Polack paused
"All right, what?"
"He says, 'Six mont's hell, what am I gonna do for tonight?' "
In spite of himself, Minetta laughed"You expect me to believe that?"
Polack shrugged, and picked up a box"What do I care if ya believe itI'm tellin' ya, that's all"Hey, you know what time it is?"
"Two o'clock"Two more hours of this crap He trudged through the sand"Wait, I'll tell ya about this dame that wrote a book," he said
At three o'clock the platoon took its last break of the afternoonStanley sprawled out on the sand beside Brown and offered him a cigarette"Go ahead, you might as well take one, I'm supporting you on cigarettes anyway
Brown groaned, stretching his armsI'll tell you what, a man can't do the kind of work he's capable of out in this tropical heat
"Why don't you just admit omega aqua terra watch you're goofing off?" A change had come about in Stanley's attitude toward Brown since he had made corporalHe no longer agreed with Brown completely, and he bantered with him much more frequently"You'll be like Roth in another week," he said
"It's all right, sergeant, I'm on to you Stanley had not noticed the change in himselfDuring the first months he had been in the platoon he had been painfully alert, he had never said anything without thinking or feeling what its purpose would be, he had selected his friendships with care, and he had felt his way through the filter of Brown's likes and dislikesWithout ever analyzing it carefully, he had subtly formed Brown's attitude toward men about whom Brown originally had not much opinionIn turn Stanley found it politic to like the men of whom Brown spoke approvinglyYet he never phrased all this to omega usa himself; he knew he had wanted to make corporal, but he never admitted it to himselfHe merely obeyed the hints and the anxieties that his mind generated in relation with Brown
Brown had understood him, had laughed at him secretly, but Brown ended by recommending him for corporalWithout realizing it, Brown had found himself dependent on Stanley, warmed by his admiration and respect, by his complete interest in everything Brown had to sayBrown had always thought, Stanley's brown-nosing me, and I'm on to him, yet when Croft had talked to him about making a corporal, Brown had been unable to think of anyone but StanleyThere were objections to all the others; he had forgotten the source of his contempt for some of the other men they were considering, but it had been originated by StanleyTo his surprise, he had found himself praising Stanley to new omega watches Cro |
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3rd September 2010, 23:43 |
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Afterward, as Stanley grew accustomed to giving orders, the change became apparentHis voice developed authority, he began to bully the men who displeased him, and he approached Brown with easy familiarityAgain, without ever thinking of it articulately, he knew that Brown could not help him any longer; he would remain a corporal until one of the sergeants was wounded or killedAt first he had continued to show deference to Brown, continued to agree with him, but he had become conscious of his hypocrisy, a little uncomfortable with itNow he noticed when Brown was obviously inaccurateHe began to state his own opinionsIn time he had begun to boast
Now Stanley exhaled leisurely, and repeated, "Yep, you're getting just like Roth Brown made no answer, and Stanley spat"I'll tell you something about that Roth," he saidHis prada fairy speech had become declarative like Brown's"He really don't mean so bad, it's just he ain't got any gutsHe's the kind of guy that always ends up a failure 'cause he ain't willing to take chances
"Don't kid yourself, boy," Brown told him"They ain't many men want to take chances when it's a case of stopping a bullet
"Naw, I don't mean that," Stanley said"You can see the way he was in civilian lifeHe wanted to get ahead just like you and me, but he didn't have the guts to stick to somethingYOU got to be a smart apple if you want to live big
"What the hell'd you ever do?" Brown asked
"I've taken my chances, and got away with them too"Yeah, fugged a dame when her husband was out
Stanley spat againIt was a habit he had assimilated from Croft"I'm going to tell you somethingJust after Ruthie and me got hitched, we had a white chanel j12 watch chance to buy some furniture from a guy who was movin' out of the state, and it was one hell of a buy, only he wanted cashI didn't have it, and my old man didn't have it just thenFor about three hundred bucks we could get a whole living room that must have been worth a thousand newYou know, you invite people over, it makes an impressionWhat do you think I did, folded my hands, and said it's a shame, and let the thing go? Hell, no, I didn'tI took the money from the garage I was working at
"What do ya mean ya took the money?"
"Oh, it wasn't so hard, if you watched the anglesI was the bookkeeper there and we were taking in a thousand dollars a day in repairsI just took the money out of the till, and I held over to the next day the Work Completed slips on three cars which had repairs totaling up to the three hundred vintage omega watches bucksThose cars had gone out that afternoon, and I had to hold them over in the books so the receipts for that day on work completed and paid for wouldn't show a holeThen the next day I checked them out in the books and held over another three C's worth
"How long did ya do it for?" Brown asked
"For two whole weeks, how do ya like that? There was a couple of days when we only had a couple of cars being paid for, and I was sweating blood 'cause by the time I took out the three hundred there wasn't much leftOf course I carried over the receipts from the day before that I didn't credit, but there was so few cars it would have showed up kind of funny if anyone had looked at the books that day
"Well, how'd you get out of it?" Brown askedAfter we bought the furniture I took out a loan for three hundred with that as security, chanel jumbo and then I just slipped the three hundred back in a couple of days, and paid off the loan in monthly paymentsBut I had the furniture dirt-cheapAnd maybe it didn't make some good impression on peopleI never woulda had it, if I didn't take the chance
"That was pretty good," Brown admittedHe was impressed; this was a facet of Stanley about which he had been ignorant
"It took a lot to do it, I'll tell ya," Stanley saidHe was remembering the nights he had lain awake worrying during those two weeksHe had suffered from any number of fears which attacked him in the nightHis manipulations had become confused and impossible in the black hours of the morning; he would go over and over in his mind the changes he had made in the books and they would seem in error to him; he would become convinced he would be discovered the next chanel j12 d |
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