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“Jesus, I’m hit,” someone screamed, “I’m hit
Gallagher rebelled against the force of the explosions”Stop, I give up,” he screamedI give up! I give up!” At that instant he no longer knew what made him cry out
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“I’m hit, I’m hit,” someone was screamingThe Japanese rifles were firing againCroft lay on the floor of the hole with his hands against the ground and every muscle poised in its placeTEEEEEEEEN! The shrapnel was singing as it scattered through the foliage
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@@@@@”Thank you, Wade Hampton,” she said absently
The
ham looked perfect, richly pink and juicy with crisply browned fat
rimming itShe dropped her napkin in her lap without bothering to
unfold it and picked up her knife and fork”Mother?” Wade said
cautiously”Um?” Scarlett cut into the ham”May I please go help
Uncle Will in the fields?” Scarlett broke a cardinal rule of table
manners and talked with food in her mouthThe ham was delicious Her hands were busy cutting another bite”Me,
too,” Ella piped up”Me, too,” echoed Suellen’s Susie”You’re not
invited,” said Wade”Fields are man’s businessGirls stay in the
house
“Now look what you’ve done!” Suellen said to Scarlett”Me? It’s not
my child making all that noise Scarlett always meant to avoid
quarrels with Suellen when she came to Tara, but the habits of a
lifetime were too strongThey had begun fighting as babies and had
never really stoppedBut I’m not going to let her ruin the first meal
I’ve been hungry for in who knows how long, Scarlett said to herself,
and she concentrated on swirling butter evenly through the gleaming
white mound of grits on her plateShe didn’t even lift her eyes when
Wade followed Will out the door and Ella’s wails joined Susie’s”Hush
up, both of you,” Suellen said loudly
Scarlett poured ham gravy over her grits, piled grits on a piece of
ham, and speared the arrangement with her fork”Uncle Rhett would
let
me go, too,” Ella sobbedI won’t listen, thought Scarlett, I’ll just
close my ears and enjoy my breakfastShe put ham and grits and
gravy
in her mouthMother, when is Uncle Rhett coming to
Tara?”
Ella’s voice was sharply piercing

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Chuck Berry, nineteen sixty-nine
I positioned myself beside the empty chair, said a
little prayer, and droppedI leaned left as
always, to spare my bad hipI didn’t land quite
square, but I grabbed the wooden arms, pushed with
my strong foot, and the chair only teeteredA
month before chanel knockoff I would have spilled, but I was
stronger nowI could imagine Kathi Green
applauding
“Good job, Edgar,” he said”Or are you an Eddie?”
“Pick your poison, I answer to eitherWhat might
you have in that pitcher?”
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“Iced green tea,” he saidTry
some?”
“I’d love to
He poured me a fake louis vuitton bags glass, then topped up his own and
raised itThe tea was only faintly greenHis
eyes, caught in fine nets of wrinkles, were
greenerHis hair was black, streaking in white at
the temples, and quite long indeedWhen the wind
lifted it, I could see a scar at the top of his
hairline on the right cartier santos watch side, coin-shaped but
smallerHe was wearing a bathing suit today, and
his legs were as brown as his armsHe looked fit,
but I thought he also looked tired
“Let’s drink to you, muchacho
“All right,” I said
We clinked glasses and drankI’d had green tea
before and thought it was okay, but chanel tote this was
heavenly – like drinking cold silk, with just a
faint tang of sweetness
“Do you taste the honey?” he asked, and smiled
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@@@@@ He watched them walk offDove was a funny man, rather typical, Wakara decidedDove had seen him walking along the beach, and immediately he had had to call him over, ask that stupid question about umareru, and then he didn’t know what to do with himWakara was a little tired of being treated as a freak
He stretched out on the sand, a little relieved that he was alone againFor a long time he stared at the jungle, which thickened, became impenetrable after thirty or forty yardsThere was an effect which could be got; the jungle could be built up on a canvas out of a black-green background, but it would be a questionable techniqueHe certainly couldn’t carry it off after not painting for two yearsPerhaps it would have been better if he had stayed with his family in the relocation campsAt least he would be painting now
Through the glare of the sun on his back, the glittering brilliance of the sand, Wakara realized that he was very depressedWhat was it Dove had said about Ishimara’s diary? “Fascinating document Had Dove actually been touched by it? Wakara shrugged; it was impossible for him to understand Americans like Dove, just as it was impossible for him to understand JapaneseStill there had been a time in Berkeley in his senior year when his paintings were getting some notice, and many of the American students were friendly with himBut of course that was all shattered by the war Major Infantry, Japanese ArmyThat was the way he had signed it, relinquishing himself again to anonymity
“Did you have a look at it, Wakara?” Dove had asked
Wakara grinned, staring at the sandHis own translation was in his breast pocket nowPoor Ishimara, whoever he wasThe Americans had looted his corpse, and some noncom had brought the diary backNo, Wakara thought, he was too much of an American himself to understand really the kind of things that had gone on in Ishimara’s headWould an American keep a diary, write in it an hour before an attack? The poor bastard Ishimara, dumb, dumb like all the JapaneseWakara unfolded his translation, read it over again for a mo

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@@@@@”By the time he won,” MrsButler said, in neat
conclusion, “he was so drunk that he thought it made sense to go take
a
look at hisprizeThey say he didn’t even know where he was going
until he got there, because he won most of the sailors’ rum ration
playing dice
“What did he do when he sobered up?”
Scarlett wanted to know”Oh, my dear, he never didHe died only
ten
days after the ship made landfallBut in the meantime he had
wagered
some other gambler at dice and won a girl-one of the indentured
servants from the ship-and, since later she turned out to be carrying
his child, there was a sort of postfacto wedding at his grave marker,
and her son became one of my great-great-grandfathers
“He was rather a gamester himself, wasn’t he?” Rhett askedIt truly ran in the familyButler continued along
the family treeScarlett glanced at Rhett oftenHow many surprises
were there in this man she hardly knew? She’d never seen him so
relaxed and happy and totally at homeI never made a home for him,
she realizedHe never even liked the houseIt was mine, done the
way I wanted, a present from him, not his at allScarlett wanted to
break in on Miss Eleanor’s stories, to tell Rhett that she was sorry for
the past, that she’d make up for all her mistakes
He was content, enjoying himself and his mother’s ramblingsShe
mustn’t break this moodThe candles in their tall silver holders were
reflected in the polish of the mahogany table and in the pupils of
Rhett’s gleaming black eyesThey bathed the table and the three of
them in a warm, still light, making an island of soft brilliance in the
shadows of the long roomThe world outside was closed off by the
thick folds of curtains at the windows and by the intimacy of the small
candlelit islandEleanor Butler’s voice was gentle, Rhett’s laughter a
quiet, encouraging chuckleLove made an airy yet unbreakable web
between mother and sonScarlett had a sudden consuming yearning
to be
enclosed in that webThen Rhett said, “Tell Scarlett about Cousin
Townsend, Mama,” and she was safe in the warmth of the candlelight,
included in the happiness that ringed the tab

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@@@@@ A soldier strikes a horse across the headThat’s the only way that dumb four-legged sonofabitch knowsThe horse neighs with pain, lashes out with its feetThe soldier strikes it againSonofabitch kept tryin’ to throw me todayTreat a horse like a nigger and it’ll act up right
Martinez steps out from his stall, is seen for the first timeHey, Julio, the soldier says, keep your mouth shut
The instinctive quiver(Hey, you boy, hurry up that chiliI do that, Martinez says

Fort Riley is big and green and the barracks are of red brickThe officers live in pretty little houses with gardensMartinez is orderly for Lieutenant Bradford
Julio, will you do a good job on my boots today?
Yes, sir
The Lieutenant takes a drinkWant one, Martinez?
Thank you, sir
I want you to do a real good job on the house today
Yes, sir, I do that
The Lieutenant winksDon’t do anything I wouldn’t do
The Lieutenant and his wife leaveAh think yore the best boy we eveh had, Hooley, Mrs

When the draft starts Martinez makes corporalThe first time he drills a squad he is so frightened he can barely sound the comma

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@@@@@God hates a coward,
Wireman says”I called to say
thanksI was being a horse’s assYour jumping in
like that was what I needed
The silence was long enough for me to wonder if
maybe she’d quietly hung up at some pointThen
she said, “I’m still here, Eddie – I’m just
picking myself up off the floorI can’t remember
the last time you apologized to me
Had I apologized? Well”Then I’m sorry about that, too,” I said
“I owe you an apology myself,” she said, “so I
guess this one’s a wash
“You? What do you have to apologize for?”
560
“Tom Riley calledHe’s back on
his medsHe’s going to, I quote, ‘see someone’
again – by which I assume he means a shrink – and
he called to thank me for saving his lifeHave
you ever had someone call and thank you for that?”
“No Although I’d recently had someone call and
thank me for saving his sight, so I kind of knew
what she was talking about
“It’s quite an experience’If not for you I’d be
dead now’ Those were his exact wordsAnd I
couldn’t tell him he had you to thank, because it
would have sounded crazy
It was as if a tight belt cinching my middle had
suddenly been cut awaySometimes things work out
for the bestSometimes they actually do
“I’ve been on to Ilse about this show of yours
“Yes, I-”
“Well, Illy and Lin both, but when I talked to
Ilse, I turned the conversation toward Tom and I
could tell right away that she doesn’t know
anything about what went on between the two of us
I was wrong about that,

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@@@@@He was an officer, and instinctively they would be waryBut there was more to it, he feltCroft had been with them so long, had controlled the platoon so completely, that probably they could not believe Croft was no longer the platoon leaderThey were afraid to respond to him, afraid Croft would remember whenever he resumed his commandThe thing was to make them understand that he would be with the platoon permanentlyBut that would take timeIf only he had had a week with them in bivouac, a few minor patrols before thisHearn shrugged again, wiped some sweat from his foreheadThe sun was fierce once more
And the hills were always risingAll morning the platoon plodded through the tall grass, climbing slowly, trudging through valleys, laboring awkwardly around the slopes of the hillsTheir fatigue started again, their breath grew short, and their faces burned from the sun and the exertionNow, no one was talking, and they progressed sullenly in file
The sun clouded over, and it began to rainThis was pleasant at first, for the rain was cool and stirred a breeze along the top of the grass, but soon the ground turned soft and their shoes fouled with mudBy degrees they became completely wet againTheir heads drooping, their rifle muzzles pointed toward the ground to avoid the rain, the file of men looked like a row of wilted flowersEverything about them sagged
The terrain had altered, become rockierThe hills were steeper now, and some of them were covered with a waist-high brush of low thickets and flat-leafed plantsFor the first time since they had left the jungle they passed a grove of treesThe rain halted, and the sun began to burn again, directly overheadThe platoon halted in a tiny grove, and the men stripped their packs, and ate another rationWilson fingered his crackers distastefully, mouthed down a square of cheese”Ah heard this binds a man up,” he said to R

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@@@@@The bedroom
was a tremendous high-ceilinged space that had formerly been a
spacious
parlorIt was crowded with furniture, all the sofas and chairs and
tables that had been in the parlor, plus a massive four-posted bed with
gilt eagles crouching on top of the postsIn one corner of the room
was a flag of France and a headless tailor’s dummy wearing the
gold-epauletted medal-hung uniform that Pierre Robillard had worn
when
he was a young man and an officer in Napoleon’s armyThe old man
Pierre Robillard was in the bed, sitting erect against a mass of huge
pillows, glaring at his visitorsWhy, he’s shrunk up to almost
nothingHe was such a big old man, but he’s practically lost in that
big bed, nothing but skin and bones”Hello, Grandfather,” Scarlett
said, “I’ve come to see you for your birthdayIt’s Scarlett, Ellen’s
daughter
“I haven’t lost my memory,” said the old manHis strong voice belied
his fragile body”But apparently your memory fails youIn this
house, young people do not speak unless they are spoken to
Scarlett bit her tongue to keep silentI’m not a child to be talked
to that way, and you should be grateful anybody comes to see you at
allNo wonder Mother was so happy to have Pa take her away from
home!
“Et vous, mesfillesQu ‘ist-ce-que vous vouie cettefois?” Pierre
Robillard growled at his daughtersEulalie and Pauline rushed to the
bedside, both speaking at onceMy grief!
They’re talking French! What on earth am I doing here? Scarlett sank
down onto a gold brocade sofa, wishing she was some place-any
place-elseRhett better come after me soon or I’ll go crazy in this
houseIt was getting dark outside, and the shadowed corners of the
room were mysteriousThe headless soldier seemed about to move
Scarlett felt cold fingers on her spine and told herself not to be
sillyBut she was glad when Jerome and a sturdy-looking black
woman
came in carrying a lampWhile the maid pulled the curtains Jerome lit
the gas lamps on each wallHe asked Scarlett politely if she would
move so that he could get behind the sofa

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@@@@@I remembered the broken arm
as having come after church, but that was only a
minor misstep in the grand dance of memoryThere
were more important thingsOne was that Pam was
in a unique position to see through most of the
smoke and mirrors that critics like to call art -
at least in my case she wasIn that way, and
probably in a great many others, she was still my
wifeIt seemed that in the end, only time could
issue a divorce decreeAnd that the decree would
be partial at best
I turned her toward meWe were being watched by a
great many people, and I suppose to them it looked
like an embraceI got one
707
glimpse of her wide, startled eyes, and then I was
whispering in her ear
“Yes, the girl in the rowboat is IlseI never
meant her to be there, because I never meant
anythingI never even knew I was going to paint
these pictures until I started doing themAnd
because she’s back-to, no one else is ever going
to know unless you or I tell themHer eyes were still wide, her
lips parted as if to receive a kiss”What did
Ilse say?”
“The oddest thing She took me by the sleeve and
pulled me down to NoIn both of
these, Rowboat Girl was wearing the green dress
with straps that crossed over her bare back”She
said you must be reading her mind, because she
ordered a dress like that from Newport News just
this spring
She looked back at the picturesI stood silently
beside her and let her look
“I don’t like these, EdgarThey’re not like the
others, and I don’t like them
I thought of Tim Riley saying, Your ex has great
insight but little kindness
708
Pam lowered her voice”You don’t know something
about Illy that you shouldn’t, do you? The way you
knew about-”
“No,” I said, but I was more troubled by the Girl
and Ship series than ev

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