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Chapter 7
Coldjointsgaloreandmincepies...
—Iknow,M’Coysaid.Theyearthemissuswasthere...
Lenehanlinkedhisarmwarmly.
—ButwaittillItellyou,hesaid.Wehadamidnightlunchtooafterallthejollificationandwhenwesalliedforthitwasblueo’clockthemorningafterthenightbefore.Cominghomeitwasagorgeouswinter’snightontheFeatherbedMountain.BloomandChrisCallinanwereononesideofthecarandIwaswiththewifeontheother.Westartedsinginggleesandduets:Lo,theearlybeamofmorning.ShewaswellprimedwithagoodloadofDelahunt’sportunderherbellyband.EveryjoltthebloodycargaveIhadherbumpingupagainstme.Hell’sdelights!Shehasafinepair,Godblessher.Likethat.
Heheldhiscavedhandsacubitfromhim,frowning:
—Iwastuckingtherugunderherandsettlingherboaallthetime.KnowwhatImean?
Hishandsmouldedamplecurvesofair.Heshuthiseyestightindelight,hisbodyshrinking,andblewasweetchirpfromhislips.
—Theladstoodtoattentionanyhow,hesaidwithasigh.She’sagameymareandnomistake.BloomwaspointingoutallthestarsandthecometsintheheavenstoChrisCallinanandthejarvey:thegreatbearandHerculesandthedragon,andthewholejingbanglot.But,byGod,Iwaslost,sotospeak,inthemilkyway.Heknowsthemall,faith.Atlastshespottedaweenyweeshyonemilesaway.Andwhatstaristhat,Poldy?saysshe.ByGod,shehadBloomcornered.Thatone,isit?saysChrisCallinan,surethat’sonlywhatyoumightcallapinprick.ByGod,hewasn’tfarwideofthemark.
