| Jesus, it's cold out, I wish the goddam polls'd open
I'm glad you're with me today, Roy, you know we think you're all right, but we ain't seen much of ya
Aaah, well, I quit the CU, he mumbles, and I thought maybe the boys were you know not so glad to see me
Well, ya shoulda told 'em, but between you an' me, the club is gonna lay off 'em for a while, started gettin' pressure from on top, clear out of the state I heardIt always pays to stick with the club, you don't go wrong that way, I bet if you hadn't been with the CU you woulda been the election captain here today, I hope there's no hahd feelin's, Roy(He feels a dull resentmentBack wheah I staarted I bet some of those rich kikes in the party are the ones that creamed the CU
The wife wanted me to quit 'em(He thinks of her chanel pearl necklace sleeping now, hears the rough surprisingly male heartiness of her snoring
Married life gone okay with ya? What're ya doin' now?
Yeah, it's fineI'm drivin' a truck(Mary has bought a lace cover for the table
Listen, these Reds who are runnin' M'Gillis, aw, M'Gillis a Black Irishman if there ever was one, imagine a guy givin' up his religion, well, anyway the big boys ain't worryin' about him for the primaries, but theah's a bunch of union men in this district and Mac says we got to make a good showing right here so they won't be buildin' up
We bringin' over any repeatehs? Gallagher asks
Yeah, but I got me own little idea(He removes several bottles of ketchup from a paper bag, and begins to pour them on the sidewalk
What are ya doin'?
Oh, this is neat, this is gonna take the replicas de bolsas cakeYou stand here and give out the pamphlets for Haney, and give 'em a spiel with it, we can't miss
Yeah, that's a good one(Why didn't I think of it?) Your idea?
All mine, Mac was really tickled when I told him, he called up Nolan who's the saargeant for the two bulls in this poll, and they ain't gonna cause us no trouble
Gallagher stands by the ketchup, and begins to talk as the first voters get in line for the pollsTAKE A LOOK, SEE WHAT HAPPENSTHIS IS BLOOD, THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS TO DECENT AMERICANS WHEN THEY TRY TO VOTE AGAINST A REDTHEY GET BEAT UP BY THE FOREIGNERS THAT ARE BEHIND M'GILLISTHIS IS M'GILLIS'S WORK, BLOOD, HUMAN BLOOD
During a lull he examines the ketchup, which seems too redHe sprinkles a little dirt on it(Work and work and then some smart guy gets a gucci men wallet bright idea and gets all the credit, those goddam Reds, they're causin' me all the trouble
HERE Y'ARE, TAKE A LOOK, he shouts as some voters approach
Where you goin', Roy? Mary asksHer voice has a whining nagging quality and he turns in the door, and shakes his headShe cuts her boiled potato in half, and puts a big portion in her mouthA few flakes of potato stick to her lip, which angers himDon't ya ever eat anythin' but potatoes? he asksQuestions tug at his mindHe wants to ask her why she never eats with him at night, but always serves him first; he wants to tell her that he doesn't like to be asked where he is going
You're not going to be at a CU meeting, are ya? she asks
What do you care? (Why don't you ever put a dress over that slip?)
Roy, you're going to get in trouble gucci bookbag there, I don't like those men, you're only going to hurt yourself at the club, you know now the war's on they have nothing to do with them
There's nothing wrong with the CULeave me alone, goddammit
He slams the door, and walks into the nightIt is snowing a little, and at the street corners his shoes crunch icily through the slushHe sneezes once or twiceA man's gotta get out and have someY'get some ideals to fight for in the organization and a woman wants to stop yaI'm gonna be up there someday
In the meeting hall, the air is hot and metallic from the heaters, and the smell of wet clothing is sourHe grits a cigarette butt into powder with his foot
All right, we're in a war, men, the speaker says, we gotta fight for the country, but we don't want to be forgettin' our private gucci horsebit hobo enemies |