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So, what do you think of my singing, Loyal? That was the kind of ques
I like it ne. Sour face. She poured coffee while his ngers pinched up cru
of Jacks things were scattered around as if hed just stepped out. Well, tha
The rope he knotted while they watched television on a peg by the door, a
disuse. Bills still on the Victorian spindle. The grey ranchers hat, the band
of the side board where he always slung it when he came in for dinner.
Think you might go back to Wisconsin, see your kids? Must be all growe
Them ties was cut too long ago. With blunt scissors. She said the milk w
said hed take his coffee without.
I know Im not going to sing at any rodeo*, Loyal. My voice is weak, Im
rodeos. But you know, I dont feel old. I feel like Ive got the liveliest part
on the ranch, Loyal, but not alone. A man is needed. She couldnt say it m
The coffee. Its blackness in the familiar blue cups. He stirred in sugar. Her
Then all at once the awkwardness was gone. Stories of things he had seen b
from between his loosened and gapped teeth. He told her about Cucumber
driving with Bullet over dangerous passes where headlights failed, the mou
little, talked much, swelled to a glowing huckster selling stories of his life.
nodding off, wanting nothing but sleep and silence, he stopped. They were
for the relief of solitude. He said he would sleep on the daybed beside the s
cigarettes.
In the morning she gave him Jacks pearl gray cowboy hat.
E. Annie Proulx, Postcards (1992)
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