Margins
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ot;No,cmonCarl,answerthequestion,"Edwardinsisted."Theresgottobefranknessandhonestybetweentheraces.Areyouone?"
"Ithinkanaccommodationcanbereachedandthegovernmentisdoingallitcanatthemoment,"Carlsaid."Ithinktheressomethingtobesaidonallsidesofthequestion.Thisisnotsuchagoodplacetohustle,youknowthat?Ihaventgotbuttwoofferingsallmorning."
"Peoplelikepeoplewholookneat,"Edwardsaid."Youlookkindofcrummy,ifyoudontmindmysayingso."
"Youreallythinkitstoolong?"Carlasked,feelinghishairagain.
"DoyouthinkImaprettycolor?"Edwardasked."Areyouenvious?"
"No,"Carlsaid."Notenvious."
"See?Exaggerationandegoism.JustlikeIsaid."
"Yourekindofboring,Edward.Totellthetruth."
Edwardthoughtaboutthisforamoment.Thenhesaid:"ButImwhite."
"Itsthecolorofchoice,"Carlsaid."Imtiredoftalkingaboutcolor,though.Letstalkaboutvaluesorsomething."
"Carl,Imafool,"Edwardsaidsuddenly.
"Yes,"Carlsaid.
"ButImawhitefool,"Edwardsaid."Thatswhatssolovelyaboutme."
"Youarelovely,Edward,"Carlsaid."Itstrue.Youhaveanicelook.Youraspectisgood."
"Oh,hell,"Edwardsaiddespondently."Youreverywell-spoken,"hesaid."Inoticedthat."
"Thereasonforthatis,"Carlsaid,"Iread.DidyoureadTheCannibalbyJohnHawkes?Ithoughtthatwasahellofabook."
"Getahaircut,Carl,"Edwardsaid."Getanewsuit.MaybeoneofthosenewItaliansuitswiththetightcoats.Youcouldbeupwardlymobile,youknow,ifyoujustputyourbackintoit."
"Whyareyouworried,Edward?Whydoesmysituationdistressyou?Whydontyoujustwalkawayandtalktosomebodyelse?"
"Youbotherme,"Edwardconfessed."Ikeeptryingtoprateyourinnerreality,tofindoutwhatitis.Isntthatcurious?"
"JohnHawkesalsowroteTheBeetleLegandacoupleofotherbookswhosetitlesescapemeatthemoment,"Carlsaid."IthinkhesoneofthebestofouryoungerAmericanwriters."
"Carl,"Edwardsaid,"whatisyourinnerreality?Blurtitout,baby."
"Itsmine,"Carlsaidquietly.Hegazeddownathisshoes,whichresembledapairoflargedeadbrownishbirds.
"Areyousureyoudidntstealthatdollarandahalfmentionedonyoursign?"
"Edward,ItoldyouIdidntstealthatdollarandahalf."Carlstampedupanddowninhissandwichboards."ItsureiscoldhereonFourteenthStreet."
"Thatsyourimagination,Carl,"Edwardsaid."ThisstreetisntanycolderthanFifth,orLex.Yourfeelingthatitscolderhereprobablyjustarisesfromyourmarginalstatusasadespisedpersoninoursociety."
"Probably,"Carlsaid.Therewasalookonhisface."YouknowIwenttothegovernment,andaskedthemtogivemeajobintheMarineBand,andtheywouldntdoit?"
"Doyoublowgood,man?Wheresyouraxe?"
"Theywouldntgivemethatcotton-pickinjob,"Carl
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