@@@@@A nun! Stevie thinks maybe she ought
@@@@@A nun!
Stevie thinks maybe she ought to
He looks objectively at her narrow sallow face, the yellowing skin under the eyesYeah, maybe she ought to at thatAgain he is stirred with contempt, and beneath it a vague compassionYa know, Momma, I'm a lucky guy
You're a crook, Mary says
Keep still, the mother saysAll right, Son, if you're lucky, it's good(He's annoyed at himselfIt's a bad idea to say you're lucky Gaw ahead, become a nunHow's Steve?
He works so hardHis Mikey, the little one, was sick
I'll see him one of these days
You children should stick together(Two of them are dead, the others married except for Mary and CasimirHe has given her money for the apartment: the scattered lace doilies, the new upholstered chair, the candlesticks on the bureau are his contributionBut the place is unutterably drabAaaah, it's dis-gustin'
What, Casimir?
Nothin', Momma, I gotta go nowHere, here's some moneyWill ya get your teet' fixed for Crisake?
Good-bye, CasimirHe looks at her againGood luck to ya, kiddo
Sure, here's a little something for you