“Jane had never seen his room in Leah above Futzie’s Tavern. Now he came in his old Chevrolet and parked it at the far end of the driveway instead of the usual place in front of the kitchen. She watched him from the window as he walked toward the door. Though it was Saturday afternoon, he wore a suit and tie—his dark blue pin-stripe suit he had bought for his mother’s funeral. The pants had always been too short, and his white socks flashed above his black Navy dress shoes. Mike had known how to... dress—not like the other people, the Maple Street people like John Cotter and his brother in their sport jackets and argyle socks—not that way, but at least Mike had a certain style in a suit with too wide shoulders and pegged pants, and a yellow tie. Junior was too big and gawky; he was from the farm, and looked it. “Hi, Janie,” he said, his face composed, formal. “We’re going to come and see you. We decided that we should come and see you, on account of Mike. Not just on account of Mike, Janie.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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