There are external shocksHis sister, Patty, gets... There are external shocksHis sister, Patty, gets a divorce, and he hears talk, merely the faintest suggestions, but he is worriedHe asks her, subtly he thinks, but she flares at him
What do you mean, Willie, Brad coulda had the divorce instead of me?
I don't mean anything, I'm just asking you
Listen, Willie-boy, you don't have to be looking at me thatawayI am what I am, that's all, you understand?
The shock enters, burrows deeply, and explodes sporadically for months to followThere are times in the middle of the day when he halts in the middle of a report, catches himself looking at his pencilYou're not such a roughneck, Patty says, slim and crisp and virginal, the older sister -- half mother
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You'll never be like that, will you, Beverly? he says that night
Aw, no, honey, how can you even think it?
They are very close for the moment, and his troubles spill outHonestly, Bev, keeping up with everything makes me go so goddam fast; I get so I just want to take a breath, you know what I meanA man's own sister, it puts quite a stir in you
In the barrooms, in the smoking cars, in the locker room at the golf club they are talking about Patty Brown
I swear, Bev, I ever catch you in anything like that, I'll kill you, so help me I'll kill you
Honey? You can trust meBut she is thrilled by the
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I feel a hell of a lot older, Bev
On the eighteenth he lines up the putt, estimates the roll of the greenIt is a five-foot shot and he should make it, but he knows suddenly that he's going to failThe handle of the putter thonks dully against his palms as the ball rolls short a foot
Missed again, son, Mr
Just not my day, I guessWe might as well get back to the locker roomHis palms still hold a numb uncertain feelingThey stroll back slowlyYou come to Louisville, son, and it'll be a pleasure to take you out to my club, Mr
I might take you up on it, sirCranborn is singing "When you wore a tulip and 1 wore a
What're we doin' tonight, son?
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I've heard a good deal about this town
Yes, sir, well, most of it's true(The lewd cackle from the adjacent shower
In the night club they talk businessEvery time he leans back he can feel the potted palm against his hair so that he finds himself leaning forward breathing the smoke from MrWell, you got to see, sir, that we're entitled to a little profit, I mean after all that's what makes the wheels of business go round, and you wouldn't want us to be working for you for nothing with our product any more than you'd want to work for someone elseThat'd hardly be business, now, would it? The fifth drink is almost empty, and his jaws clamp spongilyThe cigarette is a little remote from his
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A good point, son, a good point, but there's also the question of making something cheaper than the next feller, and that's business too, competitionYou're out for yourself, and I'm out for myself, and that's the way things work
Yes, sir, I see what you meanFor a moment the whole thing is in danger of revolving and revolving in his head, and he thinks of flailing out, breathing some airLet's look at it from this angle
Who's that little blonde girl in the show, Brown? Know her?
(He doesn't Well, yes, sir, but frankly you wouldn't be wanting to know herShe's gone to the well a little too often and, well, frankly there's doctors involvedI know a place though, sir, decent
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