The World Made Straight Page #3

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But listen to

me pontificating.

Time I was on my way.

Carlton, that boy,

what'd you do to him?

Let's just say he's

retired from the drug trade.

I'll see you around,

Professor.

How you doin'?

Not too much pain?

I know you.

Wasn't...

We was in homeroom together.

Right. Travis. Travis Shelton.

Yeah. Lori.

Right. Miss Heywood's class.

- Right.

- Yeah.

Well, you got your leg cut up

pretty good there, Travis Shelton.

How does it feel?

It's okay.

So it hurts like hell, right?

Yeah.

Here.

Let me help you with that.

What you readin'?

Nothing.

Just boring old stuff.

Can I have a look?

Yeah, sure, if you want.

"Both the Union and the Confederate planned

their attack strategically. They... "

We were learnin'

about this in history, right?

Yeah, right.

I was just...

You know about all the stories Sherman...

This whole scorched earth thing he did.

Can I get you anything?

Cigarette would be nice.

I don't smoke.

And neither should you.

- Rubber bands.

- Rubber bands.

I brought you

some books.

Here you go.

To keep you company.

Well, you know, I'm getting out real

soon, how am I gonna get 'em back to you?

Can I call you here?

Sure.

Got a number or...

Um, yeah.

- You got a...

- You want to write on my hand.

Sure.

Here you go.

- Don't forget and wash it off.

- I'll not do that.

Bye.

Does it still hurt?

Doctor says I can be

out day after tomorrow.

Then what are you gonna do?

I don't know.

Shank's got some friends

who own an auto shop.

They said they were

gonna give me some hours.

But what

about a place to live?

I just think that you

shouldn't come home right now.

- Just for a while.

- Is that what he told you to say?

He's angry, Travis.

You dented his pride

saying those things you did.

- You know how he is.

- Yeah. He's an a**hole.

The two of you goin'

at it all the time.

I just want some peace

in my house for once.

What the hell

are you doin' here?

I got no place else to go.

- Jesus Christ.

- Come on. I...

I ain't askin' much.

A sofa, that's all.

All right. So I'm not good enough

for your shitty trailer, is that it?

Lord, you get them

hackles out fast.

Well, you're young.

World's gonna have

its way with you.

Knock some of that strut

out of you, that's for sure.

I ain't afraid of you.

I ain't the one you

ought to be afraid of.

If you're gonna eat my cereal and

read my books, make some coffee.

That's the local regiment.

Met a sorry fate, too.

Sh*t, you seen this one?

Twelve years old,

David Shelton.

Shelton?

There's four of 'em

in this regiment, see?

Father, three boys.

It's your kin.

So, they all died?

Even the boy?

Why kill him?

He was just a kid.

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