d Baby on tle be some straoday, he said.

    Barty good mother.’

    ts a compliment’

    e just been to Sunday Sche Bible you learned for your Uncle Biff.’

    ted. Jesus , she said finally.

    t s in t sound like a terrible thing.

    ant to see Louis? Biff asked. chen.’

    I wanna see illie. I wanna he harp.’

    quot;No trying yourself, Lucile said im-patiently. You kno illies not here.

    illie  off to tentiary.’

    But Louis, Biff said. oo. Go tell o get tune.’

    Baby  toche floor.

    Lucile laid  on ter. tears in  clean and ty t c and smart. But if a cy and ugly t expect anyt Im trying to get at is t Baby is so s bandage on  it just seems like it makes  time. S practice ion—s do a t cant manage her.’

    If youd quit picking .’

    At last tled t of c up fine, cream of s for Baby. Stle frock.  il tarted. to be on  to keep thly.

    People eating. the food pushed in.

    ? t long ago. Life ter of intake and alimentation and reproduction. the radio.

    tered t, very straigailored Sunday suit.

    Blount follo be t struck  at table, and Blount talked and ate o er for a fees. t out iced again t toget made ion himself.

    could it be? te moron imes on to iced to t imes  te to neglect suc tzing

    eleps. But did it matter after all？

    Biff narroant. t mattered  and Mick made of  of o t e to give ies ted o  range t? And why？

    A one-armed man came reated o a alking to anyone.

    Sunday dinner