Nothing the matter, he spluttered through the water. up trying to handle him, to sink or swim and maybe send a few lire home by inter-national postal moneyorder. No, I'l cal him up later. Fred was a guard on a Red Cross supply car and invited Dick to ride with him a couple of stations.
It was Skinny who got the idea they might make some extra money sel ing fudge, because when Dick got apackage of fudge from his mother he sold it to one of the waitresses for a quarter. He took Skinny around a couple of times but Skinny seemed to feel that their talk was too deep for him and would never stay long but would shuffle off after explaining that he had to sel some fudge. We're not a couple of god-damned liberals, he said and burst into a dry laugh. Dick was dancing with a softhanded brown boy in a tightfitting suit the color of his skin.
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