Over the back of the
range shoulders, still
ng and the wrinkles
ind his head fallen
old
the boy took the old blanket off the bed and spread it over the he
chair and over the old man's shoulders. they were strange show
powerful although very old and the neck was still strong and the
were not seen so much when the old man was asleep and his head
forward. his shirt had been patched so many times that it was like the
and the patches were faded to many different shades by the sun the
man's head was very old and with his eyes closed there was no life in hie
face. the newspaper lay across his knees and the weight of his arm held it
there in the evening breeze. he was barefooted.
the boy did not wake him and went away. when he came back the old
man was still asleep.
«wake up, old man»), the boy said and put his hand on one of the old
man's knees.
the old man opened his eyes and smiled.
«what have you brought? »> he asked.
«supper», said the boy. «we're going to have supper».
«i'm not very hungry».
«come on and eat. you can't fish and not eat».
«i can»), the old man said getting up and taking the newspaper. in
began to take off the blanket.
«don't take off the blanket»), the boy said. «you will not fish
eating while i'm alive».
«then live a long time and take care of yourself, the old
«what shall we eat? »>
«black beans and rice, bananas and some meat).
the boy had brought them in a metal container from the terra
sets of knives and forks and spoons were in his pocket.
«who gave this to you? > >
yourself, the old man said.
from the terrace.
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