Tuesday, December 24, 2013
has come for us to decide what we’re going to do for the next week.
Crucial, crucial. Ahem!” He dodged a mule wagon; in it sat an old Negro
plodding along. “Yes!” yelled Neal. “Yes! Dig him! Now consider his
soul---stop awhile and consider,” and he slowed down the car for all of
us to turn and look at the old jazzbo moaning along. “Oh yes, dig him
sweet; now there’s thoughts in that mind that I would give my last arm
to know; go climb in there and find out just what he’s poorass pondering
about this year’s turnip greens and ham. Jack you don’t know it but I
once lived with a farmer in Arkansas for a whole year, when I was
eleven; I had awful chores; I had to skin a dead horse once; I haven’t
been to Arkansas since Christmas, 1943, exactly 6 years ago, when Ben Gowen
and I were chased by a man with a gun who owned the gun we were trying
to steal; I say all this to show you that of the South I can speak…I
have known…I mean man I dig the South; I know it in and out---I’ve dug
your letters to me about it. Oh yes, oh yes,” he said trailing off and
stopping altogether, and suddenly jumping back to seventy and hunching
over the wheel to go. He stared doggedly ahead. Louanne was smiling
serenely. This was the new and complete Neal, grown to maturity. I could
see that Louanne and Hinkle had been digging up these past several days
with amazed love. I said to myself “My God he’s changed.” Fury spat out
of his eyes when he told of things he hated; great glows of joy
replaced this when he suddenly got happy; every muscle twitched to live
and go. “Oh man we must absolutely find the time.. What has happened to
Allen. We all get to see Allen, darlings, first thing tomorrow. Now
Louanne we’re getting some bread and meat to make lunch for New York.
How much money do you have Jack? We’ll put everything in the back seat,
Mrs. K’s furniture, and all of us will sit up front cuddly and close and
tell stories as we zoom to New York. Louanne honeycunt you sit next to
me, Jack next, then Al at the window, big Al to cut off drafts whereby
he comes into using the robe this time…And then we’ll go off to sweet
life cause now is the time and WE ALL KNOW THE TIME!” He rubbed his jaw
furiously, he swung the car and passed three trucks;
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