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She like me anyway, she's a good little ole gal A colored girl about eighteen walks past him, her bare feet swirling tiny clouds of dust before herUnder her sweater she wears no brassiere, and her pendulant breasts look very full and softShe has a round sensual face He stares at her, and moves his legs againHer strong hips roll slowly, and he watches her stroll away with pleasure One of these days Ah'm gonna try somethin' like that He sighs again easily, and yawnsThe sun feels almost unbearably delicious on his loinsAh guess it jus' don't take much to keep a man happyThey's jus' an awful lot of fun a man can have In the bicycle shop it is dark, and gucci bangle watch the benches are stained with greaseHe turns the bicycle about, scanning the hand brakesHe has never seen anything but a coaster brake until now and he is confusedAh guess Ah'll ask Wiley how to fix these little buggers; he turns toward his boss and then haltsMight as well work it out for mahself, he decides He squints in the gloom, traces the tension of the brakes along the connecting rod, pushes the metal pad against the metal of the wheelAfter a search, he finds a loose nut where the connecting wire fails to bind, and he tightens it That's a smart man invented that, he says to himselfHe is about to put the bike away when he decides to take it apartAh'm chanel jumbo gonna learn all the little doodads in that brake An hour later, after he has stripped it and reassembled it, he grins happilyThey ain't nothin' like a piece of machineryHe feels a deep content as he traces in his mind the wires and nuts and levers that make up the hand brake All that machinery is simple, you jus' got to work it out for yourselfHe whistles a little, pleased with himselfAh bet in a coupla years they won't be anythin' Ah cain't fix But in a couple of years he is working in a hotelThe bicycle shop shuts down in the depression, and the only job he can get is as a bellhop working for tips in the fifty-room hotel at the end of the main streetHe omega seamaster gold makes a little money and there are always women and liquor to be hadOn night duty there seldom is a time when he can't find a girl in the hotel to spend a few hours with One of his buddies has an old Ford, and on weekends when he's off he goes tearing around the sandy roads with him, a gallon jug between them rattling over the loose rubber pads near the gear shiftSometimes they take a couple of girls with them, and many Sundays they wake up in a strange room, not knowing what happened One Sunday he wakes up married(Turning in bed drowsily, slipping his arm about the round belly beside himThe sheets are over his head and he looks at the warm skin and the deep chloe bag black hair of the triangleHe places his finger in her navelHe is trying to remember her nameShe has a heavy strong face, and she yawns evenly and turns to him Hubby? He shakes his head and slowly assembles the events of the past nightYou two sure you want to get married? the jGoddam! He is trying to think of where he met her Where's ol' Slim? He'n Clara are in the nex' room Ol' Slim's married too? That's right, he isWilson begins to laugh againHe is beginning to remember their making love, and he feels a spasm of heatSlowly he caresses herYou're pretty good, honey, as I remember You're a fine man, Woodrow, she says huskilyFor a moment, he is dolce purse thinking