Will ya get your teet' fixed for Crisake?
Good-bye, CasimirHe looks at her againGood luck to ya, kiddo Sure, here's a little something for you tooHe presses it into her hand, skips out the door and down the stairsSome kids are trying to jimmy the hub plate off his car and he scatters themIt's not much to last for three days, and he's been losing lately in the poker games at Lefty'sWin, lose, it's all in the cards
He bounces the little brunette off his knee, saunters over to Lefty and the hood from Kabriskie's outfitThe four-piece band hired for the party is playing softly, and some drinks have been spilled already on the end tables What can I do for ya, Lefty?
I want ya to meet Wally BolettiThey nod, talk for a little while You're a good man, Polack, Lefty says Kabriskie's lookin'
sac kelly hermes for somebody to run the girls over in the south end of his section That's it, huh?
Yeah He mulls it for a moment(It's more money of course, a lot more, and he can use it, but It's a touchy setup, he mutters(A little switch in the political end, a double-cross by some outfit, and he'll be the target
How old are ya, Polack?
Twenty-four, he lies Damn young, Wally says I want to t'ink the damn thing over, Polack saysIt is the first time he has been unable to make a decision in his life No hurry, but no sayin' it's gonna be open next week I'll take the chance
Only, the next day while he is still debating a letter comes from his draft boardThere's a guy over on Madison Street who pricks eardrums, and he gives him a ring But on the way over, Polack changes his mind Aaaah, t' hell
mens gucci watches wit' it, the percentages are runnin' outHe turns around and drives back calmlyBeneath his mind a wonder is working It's a big thing, he mumbles Only, that's not itPolack has never heard of a deus ex machina, and it's a new idea to him You figger all the angles and then somethin' new comes upThere ain't anyplace I ain't gonna get along His wonder is smotheredEven when the new angles come, there's always a gimmick if ya go looking hard enough for itHe bangs down his horn, whips past a truck
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A FEW HOURS later at noontime, miles away, the litter-bearers were struggling with WilsonThey had carried him all morning under the burnished metallic heat of a tropical sun, their strength and their will coursing out of their bodies with their perspirationAlready they moved stupidly, the sweat
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