'A real man pays off his debts, Sammy,' his father had said, and when he accepted the next bite of cereal, milk ran down his chin. 'Eeeyer ent ooo cee. Eyes closed, he plays the movement through to its close by way of her body, her hands, her soul. He's a kid, but under all that flopping hair (which will have thinned a bit by the time he hits his thirties) there is an adult's brain.
'Are the Schlossingers Jews or Republicans?' Now it's Henry laughing at Jonesy, but without any malice. Hall: he liked beer. Duddits's bald head bounced against Henry's chest. 'Oh, you know,' Henry says.
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