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He knew every word of it, but always it comforted him to see her
familiar writing, to read aloud what to do next as if it were her voice
speaking to him. Evening: "Make up your bed." Mickey made his. "Wash any
dirty dishes." He had a few so he washed them. "Sweep your floor." He
swept. "Always prepare at least one hot thing for supper." He shook the
gasoline tank to the little stove. It sounded full enough, so he went to
the cupboard his mother had made from a small packing case. There were
half a loaf of bread wrapped in its oiled paper, with two bananas
discarded by Joe of the fruit stand. He examined his pocket, although he
knew perfectly what it contained. Laying back enough to pay for his stock
the next day, then counting in his twenty-five cents, he had forty cents
left. He put thirty in the rent box, starting out with ten. Five paid for
a bottle of milk, three for cheese, two for an egg for breakfast.
Then he went home. At the foot of the fire-escape that he used in
preference to the stairs, he met a boy he knew tugging a heavy basket.


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