A Patch of Blue Page #3

- You got better things to do.

- It's my fault they're messed up.

I wouldn't want them on my conscience

for the rest of the day. So...

Well, let's see.

I think you're a real nice person.

- You mind telling me your name?

- Gordon Ralfe.

My name's Selina. Selina D'Arcey.

- Sleena?

- That's right.

- How do you spell it?

- S-E-L-l-N-A.

Oh, Selina. That's a lovely name.

- How'd you say it?

- Selina.

- Selina. It sure does sound better.

- It sure does.

- Do you like this work?

- Nobody likes work.

- How long you been doing it?

- Five or six years.

Five or six years!

Even while you're in school?

I've never been to school.

- Why not, for heaven sakes?

- Well, being blind and all.

That's no reason.

There are blind schools.

Never kind of come up.

I guess Rose-Ann was too busy.

- Can't you read Braille?

- What's that?

You're not serious? You mean,

you've never heard of Braille?

Haven't you been taught

what blind people do nowadays?

- I ain't been taught nothing.

- Oh, that's not possible.

It's okay. I get by.

Did you hurt yourself?

- No, I'm doing the Watusi.

- Maybe you really need that.

Excuse me, is anyone there?

Is anyone around?

Is there anyone here?

Selina!

Selina! Where the heck are you?

Selina!

Get a load of lover-girl

in her sunglasses.

What'd you say, Rose-Ann?

I said, dumbbell, I said, I got me

a brand-new pair of sunglasses.

- They belong to somebody else.

- Not anymore, they don't.

I found them in the park. Whoever

dropped them might look for them today.

Says you.

Shut up in there.

Do you have to behave like a pig?

So you had your day in the park?

- How was it?

- It was like, wow!

- You sick or something?

- I never felt finer.

You feel like "wow" now?

I washed your nylons, Rose-Ann.

I cleaned up. I didn't skip nothing.

Except my supper. That don't matter,

I suppose. And what about your beads?

- I done them. I done quite a few.

- You just better.

Watch where you're going.

I'll have a thing to say

if I get home tonight...

...and find out she's been

in the park again.

Look at the time!

I'm warning you. Both of you.

Drop dead.

- Ole Pa?

- Shut up.

- Did Rose-Ann still have the glasses?

- What glasses?

- The sunglasses when she went out?

- I don't know. I don't think she did.

- There's your choppers, Ole Pa.

- I know, I got eyes.

Here.

Mr. Faber will take me

to the park today.

You'll pick me up, won't you?

I don't mind how late.

It don't matter how late,

as long as I'm back for her supper.

- You heard what your ma said!

- Yes.

Well, then.

Hello, Scum-dog, best dog in the world.

I sure am glad to see you.

And how is my best worker today?

It's getting late, Mr. Faber. You

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