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"Sure enough," said Alma in a low voice. She had seen what she had seen.
Behind her in the room lightning lit the window like a white sheet waving and
the baby cried.
"You got a kid?" said Jack. His shaking hand grazed Ennis's hand, electrical
current snapped between them.
"Two little girls," Ennis said. "Alma Jr. and Francine. Love them to pieces."
Alma's mouth twitched.
"I got a boy," said Jack. "Eight months old. Tell you what, I married a cute little
old Texas girl down in Childress -- Lureen." From the vibration of the floorboard
on which they both stood Ennis could feel how hard Jack was shaking.
"Alma," he said. "Jack and me is goin out and get a drink. Might not get back
tonight, we get drinkin and talkin."
"Sure enough," Alma said, taking a dollar bill from her pocket. Ennis guessed
she was going to ask him to get her a pack of cigarettes, bring him back sooner.
"Please to meet you," said Jack, trembling like a run-out horse.
"Ennis -- " said Alma in her misery voice, but that didn't slow him down on the
stairs and he called back, "Alma, you want smokes there's some in the pocket
a my blue shirt in the bedroom."
They went off in Jack's truck, bought a bottle of whiskey and within twenty
minutes were in the Motel Siesta jouncing a bed. A few handfuls of hail rattled
against the window followed by rain and slippery wind banging the unsecured
door of the next room then and through the night.
The room stank of semen and smoke and sweat and whiskey, of old carpet and
sour hay, saddle leather, shit and cheap soap. Ennis lay spread-eagled, spent
and wet, breathing deep cheap newports, still half tumescent, Jack blowing forceful cigarette
clouds like whale spouts, and Jack said, "Christ, it got a be all that time a yours
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that chair."
On the back of the soiled orange chair he saw the shine of a buckle. "Bullridin?"
"Yeah. I made three fuckin thousand dollars that year. Fuckin starved. Had to
borrow everthing but a toothbrush from other guys. Drov marlboro cigarettes website.
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