By Kurt Vonnegut
Kurt Vonnegut, defined via Graham Greene as "One of the easiest residing American writers", is both popular as an essayist and commentator on American society as he's a novelist. This quantity brings jointly the simplest of his shorter paintings - essays, tales, speeches, letters, articles and autobiography.
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I know I did," said the old man quietly. " "I told you, I'm not afraid of her," said Fuller. " said Hinkley. "Then you're just the man to take her papers to her. " He dumped the papers in Fuller's lap. Fuller opened his mouth to reply. But he closed it again. His throat had tightened, and he knew that, if he tried to speak, he would quack like a duck. " As he mounted the stairway to Susanna's nest, Fuller was almost spastic in his efforts to seem casual. Susanna's door was unlatched. When Fuller knocked on it, it swung open.
Hinkley's being an angel. The screech made scalps tingle and teeth ache. Susanna looked indulgently in the direction of the screech, forgiving the screecher. She found that the screecher wasn't a person to be indulged. The screech had been made by the stool of Cpl. Norman Fuller, who had come home the night before from eighteen bleak months in Korea. They had been eighteen months without war-but eighteen months without cheer, all the same. Fuller had turned on the stool slowly, to look at Susanna with indignation.
I sat in a booth to think it over. Herbert had apparently picked the joint out of a telephone book, and told Alma it was where he spent his weekend evenings. In a way, it made me feel better, because it began to look as though Herbert maybe had better reasons than he'd given me for letting eight hundred and fifty thousand dollars get musty. I remembered that every time I'd mentioned his giving up the weekend job, he'd reacted like a man hearing a dentist tune up his drill. I saw it now: the minute he let Alma know he was rich, he'd lose his excuse for getting away from her on weekends.