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"
Stoney
,
I
wish
you
’
d
look
in
on
Danny
Taylor
.
He
looks
awful
sick
.
"
"
Just
a
question
of
time
,
"
Stoney
said
.
"
But
I
’
ll
go
by
.
It
’
s
a
shame
.
Nice
fella
.
Nice
family
.
"
"
It
kills
me
.
I
like
him
.
"
"
Well
you
can
’
t
do
nothing
with
him
.
It
’
s
going
to
rain
,
Eth
.
Willie
hates
to
get
wet
.
"
For
the
first
time
in
my
memory
,
I
went
into
the
alley
with
pleasure
and
opened
the
back
door
with
excitement
.
The
cat
was
by
the
door
,
waiting
.
I
can
’
t
remember
a
morning
when
that
lean
and
efficient
cat
hasn
’
t
been
waiting
to
try
to
get
in
the
back
door
and
I
have
never
failed
to
throw
a
stick
at
him
or
run
him
off
.
To
the
best
of
my
knowledge
,
he
has
never
got
in
.
I
call
the
cat
"
he
"
because
his
ears
are
torn
up
from
fighting
.
Are
cats
strange
animals
or
do
they
so
resemble
us
that
we
find
them
curious
as
we
do
monkeys
?
Perhaps
six
or
eight
hundred
times
that
cat
has
tried
to
get
in
and
he
has
never
made
it
.
"
You
’
re
due
for
a
cruel
surprise
,
"
I
told
the
cat
.
He
was
sitting
in
a
circle
of
his
tail
,
and
the
tip
flicked
up
between
his
front
feet
.
I
went
into
the
dark
store
,
took
a
can
of
milk
from
the
shelf
,
punched
it
open
,
and
squirted
it
into
a
cup
.
Then
I
carried
the
cup
to
the
storeroom
and
set
it
just
inside
and
left
the
door
open
.
He
watched
me
gravely
,
looked
at
the
milk
,
and
then
walked
away
and
slid
over
the
fence
in
back
of
the
bank
.
I
was
watching
him
go
when
Joey
Morphy
came
into
the
alley
with
the
key
to
the
bank
’
s
back
door
ready
in
his
hand
.
He
looked
seedy
—
grainy
—
as
though
he
hadn
’
t
been
to
bed
.
"
Hi
,
Mr
.
Hawley
.
"
"
I
thought
you
were
closed
today
.
"
