“What’s it all about
“Hey, Al,” Max called, “bright boy wants to know
“Why don’t you tell him
“What do you think it’s all about?”
“I don’t know.”
“What do you think?”
Max looked into the mirror all the time he was talking
“I wouldn’t say
“Hey, Al, bright boy says he wouldn’t what he thinks it’s all about.”
“I can hear you, all right
“Well, bright boy,” Max said, looking into the mirror, “why don’t you say something?”
“What’s it all about?”
“Hey, Al,” Max called, “bright boy wants to know what’s all about.”
“Why don’t you tell him?” Al’s voice came from the kitchen.
“What do you think it’s all about?”
“I don’t know.”
“What do you think?”
Max looked into the mirror all the time he was talking.
“I wouldn’t say.”
“Hey, Al, bright boy says he wouldn’t what he thinks it’s all about.”
“I can hear you, all right,” Al said from the kitchen. He had propped open the slit that dishes passed through into the kitchen with a catsup bottle. “Listen, bright boy,” he said from the kitchen to George. “Stand a little further along the bar. You move a little to the left, Max.” He was like a photographer arranging for a group picture.
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“Talk to me
George did not say anything
“I’ll tell you
“Yes.”
“He comes here to eat every night, don’t he
“Sometimes he comes here
“He comes here at six o’clock, don’t he?”
“If he comes
“We know all that
“Talk about something else
“Once in a while
“You ought to go to the movies more
“What are you going to kill Ole Andreson for
“He never had a chance to do anything to us
“And he’s only going to see us once
“What are you going to kill him for, then
“We’re killing him for a friend
“Shut up
“Well, I got to keep bright boy amused
“You talk too damn much,” Al said. “The nigger and my bright boy are amused by themselves
“I suppose you were in a convent
“You never know
“You were in a kosher convent
“Talk to me, bright boy,” Max said. “What do you think’s going to happen?”
George did not say anything.
“I’ll tell you,” Max said. “We’re going to kill a Swede. Do you know a big Swede named Ole Andreson?”
“Yes.”
“He comes here to eat every night, don’t he?”
“Sometimes he comes here.”
“He comes here at six o’clock, don’t he?”
“If he comes.”
“We know all that, bright boy,” Max said.
“Talk about something else. Ever go to the movies?”
“Once in a while.”
“You ought to go to the movies more. The movies are fine for a bright boy like you.”
“What are you going to kill Ole Andreson for? What did he ever do to you?”
“He never had a chance to do anything to us. He never even seen us.”
“And he’s only going to see us once,” Al said from the kitchen.
“What are you going to kill him for, then?” George asked.
“We’re killing him for a friend. Just to oblige a friend, bright boy.”
“Shut up,” said Al from the kitchen. You talk too goddam much.”
“Well, I got to keep bright boy amused. Don’t I, bright boy?”
“You talk too damn much,” Al said. “The nigger and my bright boy are amused by themselves. I got them tied up like a couple of girl friends in the convent.”
“I suppose you were in a convent?”
“You never know.”
“You were in a kosher convent. That’s where you were.”
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George looked up at the clock.
“If anybody comes in you tell them the cook is off
“All right,” George said. “What you going to do with us afterward
“That’s depend
George looked up the clock. It was a quarter past six
“Hello, George,” he said. “Can I get supper
“Sam’s gone out
“I’d better go up the street
“That was nice
“He knew I’d blow his head off
“No,” said Max. “It ain’t that
George looked up at the clock.
“If anybody comes in you tell them the cook is off, and if they keep after it, you tell them you’ll go back and cook yourself. Do you get that, bright boy?”
“All right,” George said. “What you going to do with us afterward?”
“That’s depend,” Max said. “That’s one of those things you never know at the time."
George looked up the clock. It was a quarter past six. The door from the street opened. A street-car motorman came in.
“Hello, George,” he said. “Can I get supper?”
“Sam’s gone out,” George said. “He’ll be back in about half an hour.”
“I’d better go up the street,” the motorman said. George looked at the clock. It was twenty minutes past six.
“That was nice, bright boy,” Max said. “You’re a regular little gentleman.”
“He knew I’d blow his head off,” Al said from the kitchen.
“No,” said Max. “It ain’t that. Bright boy is nice. He’s a nice boy. I like him.”
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