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By Jack Joseph Smith
"Mam?"
Jiven Joe bowed, "Only a calling handsome lady."
Animal was walking through the screen door of
Olivia's to order french fries working, while he
went for wine. The black lady behind the counter
was Olivia, and she was warm, and eyes were ex-
pansive. The smell of her soul would go on in
kitchens for life; but this place would be de-
molished to the term Realistate Lot. The juke-
box was playing jazz; and the booths were fill--
ed with street people eating large portions of
reality food from thick porcelain plates. They
acknowledged him along the line as he headed
for across the street to the wine. He found a
Portuguese brand in the wooden discount box, and
back at Olivia's
was soon putting a big meat type paper wrapped
package on top of the wine in his brown paper
bag. The frenchfries smelled of pleasure; and
as he lowered them into his bag he enjoyed gett--
ing a good deal from the stain of butter already
coming through wax on the inside of the paper.
When Animal returned to the patio, he found
that Jiven Joe and Jaugeline had been joined by