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By Jack Joseph Smith

beam coming through the slightly opened door. Whiskey bottles covered the large desk and the faces of Hammerigan and Uncle Jackie were laughing loudly, as their mouths reached out from the dark corners and circled my fathers head. His physical presence remained clear, as he tried to ward them off, and finally offered them a drink. They said, yes, together in long tones, and my father poured them each a shot and put the small glasses in their hands reaching madly out. Martin P. was there; and so were different gamblers and racketers, that had been on the cruise to South America. What's the little nigger man that collects your cigar butts going to do Rudy, when you go broke. The voices of Hammerigan and Uncle Jackie were still rising in a simultaneously echoed hysteria from the corners, when I stood back terrorified. All but the bodies of Martin P. and my father, were passing through each other along the walls, while their faces gathered in distinguished forms in the center of the office. Have anouther shot of whiskey for old times sake, my father stammered. But what are you going to do about the cigar butts, the voices echoed over and over again? WhilE MArtiNP. picKEd Rudy's pocKEt, TooK A thicK Amout of bills out of My fAthEr's WAll- Et, put thE MONEY iN his OWN pocKEt, ANd put thE WAllEt BAcK iN Rudy's LAPEL pocKEt, with my fAthEr viEWiNg thE ENtirE SCENE without iNtErEst ANd Astonish- Hammerigan, I said, I ran a negro man over in the company truck, but he didn't sue the company. Why, the voices questioned loudly in laughter? Because he was blind and poor, and could not speak very well. Did you give him anouther shot of whiskey? No. Why not, the voices pursued?

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In a noisy dream set in the father's dark office, whiskey bottles, Hammerigan, Uncle Jackie, Martin P., gamblers, and racketeers crowd around while mocking voices press a cruel, racist story about a poor blind man struck by the company truck, with a handwritten insertion showing Martin P. picking Rudy's pocket.

The page remains partly overwritten, but the core image is clear: the business world has turned into a grotesque tribunal of laughter, race hatred, and moral rot. The father's office becomes a haunted chamber where guilt and corruption speak in overlapping mouths.

Claude

In the dream, the mouths of Hammerigan and Uncle Jackie reach from dark corners and circle the father's head in his whiskey-strewn office, the voices mocking 'Rudy' with a racist taunt about the man who collects his cigar butts, while a handwritten addition shows Martin P. picking Rudy's pocket and taking an 'Amout of bills' as the father watches without interest; the narrator then tells Hammerigan he once ran a negro man over in the company truck and the man did not sue 'Because he was blind and poor'.

The office becomes a nightmare tribunal where the father's business world speaks through disembodied, laughing voices and casual racial contempt. The handwritten theft scene deepens the corruption into betrayal inside the father's own circle, and the narrator's confession pulls him into the same guilt rather than leaving him a witness.