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on.”
    â€œWell, it’ll be over soon. Everybody knows that.”
    â€œYes, but what’ll happen to the South then?” Waco demanded. A stubborn look crossed his face, and he added, “The Yankees will come down here and tell us how to do everything. They’re going to make life tough on us Rebels.”
    â€œThere’s always something to wait on, Waco. There ain’t never a perfect time to get married or do anything else. If you love that gal, then grab her and tell her so and get hitched.”
    Waco suddenly smiled. His broad lips turned upward at the edges, and he said, “Well, that’s just what I aim to do, Micah. Thanks for your advice.”
    Waco moved away, walking down the sidewalk rapidly, now sure of his decision.

    Waco and Alice were walking along in front of the Olympic Theater. They stopped to look at a bill outside. A heavy rain had fallen earlier, and the smell of more rain was in the air, which carried the spongy odors of spring. The violent rain had stopped, but the stubborn clouds rolled overhead like huge waves from a rough sea breaker. It was late in the afternoon. There was little light in the day, and lights were shining up and down Front Street as the two paused and looked at the poster.
    M INSTRELSY, B URLESQUE , E XTRAVAGANZAS ,
E THIOPIAN ECCENTRICITIES.
Nothing to offend ladies or children,
for all are done in the most sensitive taste.
Tickets fifty cents. Orchestra chairs one dollar.
Boxes three dollars
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    Alice stared at the sign and then turned to face Waco asking, “What’s an Ethiopian eccentricity?”
    â€œI don’t have no idea. You want to go in and find out?”
    â€œIt might be fun.”
    â€œIt’s early yet. Let’s go. Maybe we can get something to eat later.”
    â€œAll right.”
    Waco paid a little shriveled-up woman with bright black eyes the admission fee, and the two went inside. The room was filled with stale smoke from cigarettes, cigars, and pipes. Their seats were halfway to the stage. The show started almost at once, and they found it mildly amusing.
    When it was over they left, and Waco said, “I reckon I could get along without seeing something like that every night.”
    â€œOh, I think it was fun. I still don’t know what an Ethiopian eccentricity is though.”
    The two walked down Front Street until they got to the Royal Café. They went inside.
    A heavyset waitress with stains on her apron said, “What can I get you folks?”
    â€œHow about some roast beef?” Waco asked.
    â€œNope. Special is pork tonight. We got pork chops and pork ribs and pork roast.”
    â€œI’d like to try the ribs,” Alice said. “I always like pork ribs.”
    â€œI’ll have the same. Bring us some vegetables if you got any.”
    The two sat there talking about the show while the heavy waitress moved away.
    Waco was nervous, which Alice noticed, and she asked, “Is something bothering you, Waco?”
    â€œWhy, no. Not really.” He searched his mind for something to say. He finally said quickly, “I don’t know much about you. Do you have much family?”
    â€œNo, I don’t have any parents. My father was a gambler, but my mother didn’t like that. My father left when I was only ten. Mother had to work hard to provide for the two of us.”
    â€œWhat did she work at?”
    â€œOh, whatever she could find. She was a good seamstress and did that for a while. We moved around a lot.”
    Waco picked up one of the ribs. Chewing thoughtfully, he swallowed and said, “What about sweethearts? You have a lot of them?”
    A smile came to Alice’s lips. “I’m not supposed to tell about things like that, am I?”
    â€œOh, you can tell me.” He studied her carefully.
    She seemed to have a spirit glowing in her that showed selfsufficiency. But at the same time she always seemed on guard. She was a beautiful