Mick turned side so t socking. It arted  ter tuck a little piece of c even t didnt o go  ockings. S so fast Unless s ton stockings.

    Snt to toms of . S to y cents toanding on a s   needle. So stay home from work and be fired.

    And t would happen？

    er Brannon. But I never ion before.’

    table. Sended to clean icd art talking.

    ten about ted to talk to  sed to be quiet and by e

    and nuts and cter taste after t made  to music beer .

    But no  from times a quick little tune  s into to do. It ense. Or maybe because it ore took all ime. ool- the same as school.

    o come  good and o start  no  ate supper and slept and te breakfast and  off to tore again. A song sarted in e notebook till not finised to stay in t s knoo understand.

    Mick pus toot ser Singers radio. All tallments  been paid and sook on ty. It o  o  be able to set aside a little for a second- anybody touce piano but  teactle pieces. S in t every nig t make a payment. So to take it atle red bicycle? And suppose like s let them.

    Suppose s t t door. And fig on the hall floor.

    Mick frowned and rubbed  hard across her forehead.

    t   s mad quick so t soon it is all over—but in anoto be mad at.

    Unless tore. But tore  asked o take the job.

    So to be mad at. It was like she was

    ced. Only nobody ed o take it out on.  t feeling.

    Ced.

    But maybe it rue about turn out O.K.

    Maybe s a c t all been—t about music and t o be some good if anyt oo and it oo and it oo and it oo. It was some good.

    All right！

    O.K！

    Some good.

    Niginkled ts of ttle Japanese pagoda on table.  a and tle of Agua Florida oucopper to emples. led an old song, and as airs tune left a broken eco be on duty beer.

    But ed.

    t door stood open to ty street. ted to seventeen minutes before midnigalk about tler  back to tcaken off toned rousers. . A long  spot on  s raig   fall foro  one.

    Biff tiptoed across tco a s of tea olive and ter pitco t of taurant and removed tters of t special from the display window. he was sick of food. A window of fresh

    summer flo ion of tea olive stretom, cool and green. ttery tub filled  zinnias. Noto arrange t, a zinnia als and to save. tood in treet to regard ems of t to just t degree of restful looseness. tric ligracted, but s best advantage. Doic.

    tarlit sky seemed close to trolled along to knock an orange peel into tter . At t block tance and motionless, stood arm in arm togetore on all treet s inside.

    And   question and could never speak t in  money.Sometimes a party en dollars. But t ly t a time and ordered little and stayed long. And on some nig a customer er. t in it—t was plain.

    But —not as long as ayed in t ime. times a o turned.

    Biff folded  and walked more slowly.

    Inside treet lig settled in him.

    t and meditation. Maybe t airs and did not sleep. it quick

    glance y street and  inside.

    till talked on tc suddenly of poor illie and decided to send  of wime soon.

    urned to ture of a o identify in ter. e t spaces. Number one doters long. Mendicant. to remove afar off. A six-letter rial combinations of letters aloud. Eloign. But  interest t t ao it later.

    ended to save. As  in to t t sucer all. Not , brigals and t one came out on love. But reet to sit for an  no one person.  IS A LONELY NtERter or .

    And Mick. t montrangely in . as t love done oo? Yes. It ead te about   out. ts, and t do c only a sort of gentleness. In rangely. ioned it a imes and found no ansers in September, it was finishere was no one.

    Biff tapped  decide for certain  sounded like doom. It gave ters to listen to it. urned it off t t outside. Loneliness gripped   oo late to call Lucile on telepo Baby. Nor could  a customer to enter at t to treet. All y and dark.

    Louis! he called. Are you awake, Louis?’

    No answer.  er and o side and slowly his forehead lowered in a frown.

    tion t aken root in  let . t of them.

    More t arted. More t  long drunk and seen te for t time. Since Mick o folloill in   be tranquil.t natural about it all—somet of it  uneasy and in some unknown way afraid.

    t all t to allments due on everyt enougo bury him.

    t noon. t as tood around turned bro so beat  sco t to oor, o poor illie, stood on to rangers nobody hey came from or why

    there.

    t itself. Biff stood transfixed, lost in ations. t a quickening in  turned and  ter for support. For in a s radiance of illumination ruggle and of valor.

    Of ty time. And of t for a moment only. For in  a error. Betened on emples and orted. One eye  eye delved narroo t ure of blackness, error, and ruin. And ter irony and faiturned away.

    Louis! he called. Louis! Louis!’

    Again t, mot? And error ttle  even kno? And and tery ninny or er all  er tap and patted ense face. Some t yet been raised. As  to teadiness. And  o a the morning sun.