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22 Brady Hartsfield changes into his other uniform–the white one–and checks his truck, quickly going through the inventory sheet the way Mr. Loeb likes. Everything is there. He pops his head in the office to say hi to Shirley Orton. Shirley is a fat pig, all too fond of the company product, but

he wants to stay on her good side. Brady wants to stay on everyone’s good side. Much safer that way. She has a crush on him, and that helps. “Shirley, you pretty girly!” he cries, and she blushes all the way up to the hairline of her pimple-studded forehead. Little piggy, oink-oink-oink, Brady thinks. You’re so fat

your cunt probably turns inside out when you sit down. “Hi, Brady. West Side again?” “All week, darlin. You okay?” “Fine.” Blushing harder than ever. “Good. Just wanted to say howdy.” Then he’s off, obeying every speed limit even though it

takes him forty fucking minutes to get into his territory driving that slow. But it has to be that way. Get caught speeding in a company truck after the schools let out for the day, you get canned. No recourse. But when he gets to the West Side–this is the good part–he’s in Hodges’s neighborhood, and with every reason to be there. Hide in

plain sight, that’s the old saying, and as far as Brady is concerned, it’s a wise saying, indeed. He turns off Spruce Street and cruises slowly down Harper Road, right past the old Det-Ret’s house. Oh look here, he thinks. The niggerkid is out front, stripped to the waist (so all the stay-at-home mommies can get a good look

at his sweat-oiled sixpack, no doubt) and pushing a LawnBoy. About time you got after that, Brady thinks. It was looking mighty shaggy. Not that the old Det-Ret probably took much notice. The old Det-Ret was too busy watching TV, eating PopTarts, and playing with that

gun he kept on the table beside his chair. The niggerkid hears him coming even over the roar of the mower and turns to look. I know your name, niggerkid, Brady thinks. It’s Jerome Robinson. I know almost everything about the old DetRet. I don’t know if he’s queer for you, but I wouldn’t be

surprised. It could be why he keeps you around. From behind the wheel of his little Mr. Tastey truck, which is covered with happy kid decals and jingles with happy recorded bells, Brady waves. The niggerkid waves back and smiles. Sure he does. Everybody likes the ice cream man.

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