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"
Aah
,
they
tellya
a
lotta
stuff
,
"
he
said
.
Ginnie
briefly
held
her
fire
.
Very
briefly
.
"
What
were
you
doing
in
Ohio
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Me
?
Working
in
a
goddam
airplane
factory
.
"
"
You
were
?
"
said
Ginnie
.
"
Did
you
like
it
?
"
"
’
Did
you
like
it
?
’
"
he
mimicked
.
"
I
loved
it
.
I
just
adore
airplanes
.
They
’
re
so
cute
.
"
Ginnie
was
much
too
involved
now
to
feel
affronted
.
"
How
long
did
you
work
there
?
In
the
airplane
factory
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
,
for
Chrissake
.
Thirty
-
seven
months
.
"
He
stood
up
and
walked
over
to
the
window
.
He
looked
down
at
the
street
,
scratching
his
spine
with
his
thumb
.
"
Look
at
’
em
,
"
he
said
.
"
Goddam
fools
.
"
"
Who
?
"
said
Ginnie
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
Anybody
.
"
"
Your
finger
’
ll
start
bleeding
more
if
you
hold
it
down
that
way
,
"
Ginnie
said
.
