The sun came outThe
sun came out. It was warm and pleasant. The
young gentleman felt relieved. He
was no longer breaking the law. Sitting on
the bank he took the bottle of marsala out of
his pocket and passed it to Peduzzi. Peduzzi passed it back. The young
gentleman took a drink of it and passed it to Peduzzi again. Peduzzi passed it
"Drink," he said, "drink. It's your marsala."
another short drink the young gentleman handed the bottle over. Peduzzi had
been watching it closely. He took the bottle very hurriedly and tipped it up.
The gray hairs in the folds of his neck oscillated as he drank, his eyes fixed
on the end of the narrow brown bottle. He drank it all. The
sun shone while he drank. It was wonderful.
This was a great day, after all. A
"Senta, caro! In
the morning at seven." He had
called the young gentleman caro several times and nothing had happened. It was
good marsala. His eyes glistened. Days
like this stretched out ahead. It would begin at seven in the
to walk up the hill toward the village. The young gentleman went on
ahead. He was quite a way up the hill. Peduzzi called to him. "Listen, caro,
can you let me take five lire for a favor?"
today?" asked the young gentleman
today. Give it to me
I will provide everything for
tomorrow. Pane, salami, formaggio,
good stuff for all of us. You and I and the
Signora. Bait for fishing, minnows, not worms only. Perhaps I can get some
marsala. All for five lire. Five lire for a
The young gentleman
looked through his pocketbook and took out a two-lire note and two ones.
"Thank you, caro. Thank you," said Peduzzi, in the tone of one member
of the Carleton Club accepting the Morning Post from another.
This was living. He was
through with the hotel garden, breaking up
frozen manure with a dung fork. Life was
My old man had a big lot of
money after that race and he took to
coming into Paris oftener. If they raced at Tremblay he'd have them drop him in
the village on their way back to
Maisons and he and I would sit out in front of the Cafe de la Paix and watch
the people go by: It's fun sitting there.
There's streams of people
going by and all sorts of guys come up and want to sell you things, and I
loved to sit there with my old man. That was
when we'd have the most fun. Guys would come by selling funny
rabbits that jumped
if you squeezed a bulb and they'd come up to us and my old man would kid with
He could talk French just like English and all those
category of guys knew him
'cause you can always tell a jockey - and then we always sat at the same table
and they got used to seeing us there. There were guys selling matrimonial
papers and girls selling rubber eggs that when you squeezed them a rooster came
out of them and one old wormy looking guy that went by with postcards of Paris,
showing them to everybody, and, of course, nobody ever bought any, and then he
would come back and show the under side of the pack and they would all be
smutty postcards and lots of people would dig down and buy them.
remember the funny people that
used to go by. Girls around supper time
looking for somebody to take them out to
eat and they'd speak
to my old man and he'd make some joke at them in French and they'd pat me on
the head and go on.
Once there was an
American woman sitting with her kid
daughter at the next table to us and they were both eating ices and I kept
looking at the girl and she was awfully good
looking and I smiled at her and she smiled at me but that was all that ever
came of it because I looked for her mother and her every
day and I
made up ways that I was going to speak to
her and I wondered if I got to know her
if her mother would let me take her out to Auteuil or Tremblay but I never saw
either of them again.
Anyway, I guess it wouldn't have been any
good, anyway, because
looking back on it I
remember the way I
thought out would be best to speak to
her was to say, "Pardon me, but perhaps I can give you a
winner at Enghien
today?" and, after all, maybe she
would have thought I was a tout instead
of really trying to give her a winner.
We'd sit at the Cafe de la Paix, my old man and me, and we
had a big drag with the waiter because my old man drank
whisky and it cost five francs, and that meant
a good tip when the saucers were counted up.
My old man was drinking more than I had ever seen him, but he wasn't
riding at all now and besides he said that whisky kept his weight down. But I noticed he was
putting it on just the same.
He'd busted away from his old gang out at
Maisons and seemed to like just sitting around on the boulevard with me. But he
was dropping money every
day at the track. He'd
feel sort of doleful after the last
race, if he'd lost on the day, until
we'd get to our table and he'd have his first whisky and then he'd be fine.
reading the Paris-Sport and he'd look
over at me and say, "Where's your girl, Joe?" to kid me on account I had told
him about the girl that day at the next
table. And I would get red, but I liked being kidded about her. It gave me a
good feeling. "Keep your
eye peeled for her, Joe," he'd say,
"she'll be back."
Hemingway, from In Our Time
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