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You're pretty good, honey, as I remember You're a fine man, Woodrow, she says huskilyFor a moment, he is thinking(Guess Ah had to git married, sometimeAh can move out from Pa's, and git that house over on Tolliver Street, an' we can set up He looks at her again, gazes at her body(Knew what Ah was doin' even if Ah was drunkMarried, goddam, let's give us a kiss, honey The day after his first child is born, he talks to his wife in the hospital Alice, honey, Ah want ya to gimme some money What for, Woodrow, you know why Ah been keeping the money, same thing's gonna happen as last time, Woodrow, we need that money, we got the kid to pay for, bein' born in a hospitalAlice, a man wants to git drunk once in a while, Ah been workin' goddam hard at the garage, and Ah feel like havin' me a little time, Ah dior saddle bags couldn' be more hones' with ya She looks at him suspiciouslyYou ain't gonna be layin' up with no woman Ah'm sick an' tired of that, Alice, ifen you don' trust your own husband, you're pretty bad off, Ah'm kinda hurt you talk like that She signs a check for ten dollars, scrawling her name laboriouslyHe knows she's proud of the checkbookYou write mighty fine, he says Come back tomorrow mornin', honey? Sure On the street, after he has cashed the check, he stops for a drinkAh don' know, a woman's the goddamnedest animal God eveh made, he announcesYou marry 'em an' they're one thing, and damn ifen they don't turn out plumb oppositeYou marry a girl that's cherry and she turns out a whore, an' you marry a whore and damn if she don't cook and sew and keep her legs clos' for everyone but you, and goddam ifen by balenciaga bag the time she's done she don' keep 'em closed for you too Ah tell ya Ah'm gonna be a free man for a couple of days He wanders down the road, and hitches a ride on an automobile through the shrub landsAfter he has been let off, he hefts his gallon of corn to his shoulder and trudges down a trail through the stunted pinesAt a farm cabin he stops and kicks the door open Woodrow -- ya got here, huh? Yeah, figgered Ah'd see ya awhileOl' Slim oughts know better than to be away for a week, job or no job Thought he was a friend of yours Sure, but his wife's prettier Commere, honey, let's have a drinkHe strips his shirt, and holds her on his lapIt is intensely hot in the cabin and he strains against herAh'm gonna tell ya somethin', they was a little old whore Ah had back a while ago that Ah took twelve times in a cartier clock night, and the way Ah'm fixin' now, what with the honey in mah insides, Ah'm gonna beat that with you Better not drink too much, Woodrow, it'll keep ya down Nothin' keeps me down, Ah'm a man likes his lovin'He tilts the jug to his mouth, and bridles his neck pleasurably as a trickle of liquid slips over his ear to be lost in the golden hairs on his chest Woodrow, Ah think you're pretty goddam mean, they ain't nothin' so low as a man'll lie to his wife, and spend all their money while she's in the hospital with his baby(Alice's voice is whining Ah ain't gonna say nothin', Alice, but let's cut out this talk, Ah'm a good husband to ya mos' of the time, an' they ain't no call for ya to talk to me like that, Ah jus' wanted a little fun and Ah took it and ya better quit messin' with me Woodrow, Ah'm a quilted chanel bag good wife to ya, Ah been faithful as a woman can be since the day we was married, an' you got a child now an' you gotta settle down, how do ya think Ah felt when Ah found out you wrote out another check in mah name, an' jus' took out all the money we had Ah figgered you'd be glad to see me havin' a decent time, but all a woman wants is for ya to stay right close by her An' then you had to pick up a disease from that no-good bitch Now, you quit messin' with me, Ah got some pyridin or whatever the hell it is, and it's fixin' me up jus' right, Ah've fix mahself up with it plenty of times A man can die from that You jus' talk nonsense(He feels a tremolo of fear, which he represses quickly On'y kind of man that ever gets sick is the kind that jus' sticks in a cornerYou have your funnin' an' it keeps ya all gucci pantheon rig