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Chapter 14
’What’samisswi’theethen?Artupsetbecausethere’ssomebodyelsehere?Tha’rtafemale,thaart!Goan’eatthysupper.’
Heputhishandonherhead,andthebitchleanedherheadsidewaysagainsthim.Heslowly,softlypulledthelongsilkyear.
’There!’hesaid.’There!Goan’eatthysupper!Go!’
Hetiltedhischairtowardsthepotonthemat,andthedogmeeklywent,andfelltoeating.
’Doyoulikedogs?’Connieaskedhim.
’No,notreally.They’retootameandclinging.’
Hehadtakenoffhisleggingsandwasunlacinghisheavyboots.Conniehadturnedfromthefire.Howbarethelittleroomwas!Yetoverhisheadonthewallhungahideousenlargedphotographofayoungmarriedcouple,apparentlyhimandabold-facedyoungwoman,nodoubthiswife.
’Isthatyou?’Connieaskedhim.
Hetwistedandlookedattheenlargementabovehishead.
’Ay!Takenjustaforewewasmarried,whenIwastwenty-one.’Helookedatitimpassively.
’Doyoulikeit?’Connieaskedhim.
’Likeit?No!Ineverlikedthething.Butshefixeditalluptohaveitdone,like.’
Hereturnedtopullingoffhisboots.
’Ifyoudon’tlikeit,whydoyoukeepithangingthere?Perhapsyourwifewouldliketohaveit,’shesaid.
Helookedupatherwithasuddengrin.
’Shecartedoffiverythingaswasworthtakingfromth’’ouse,’hesaid.’Butsheleftthat!’
’Thenwhydoyoukeepit?forsentimentalreasons?’
’Nay,Iniverlookatit.Ihardlyknoweditwortheer.It’sbintheersin’wecometothisplace.’
’Whydon’tyouburnit?’shesaid.
