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By Jack Joseph Smith

he may see the pain to walk away from it, As I walked toward Daniet I saw his lifted face take on an expreesion of a man alone ina field waiting for God to say, disappears I knew it was myself I was seeing, as I walked to hims' The time had some for me to go away from what I had thought myself to bes No one would recognize me, They would begin to look away as I walked between them, 4 change | ves coming hard and sheding light on ny vimiowy I would have to look at its No matter how unclear this moment might be, It must be followeds. Later in the dreary morning of a drunken sleep, I had a dream Dania and I had stayed in the bar until closing, walked the street thinking, and then gone away from the growing silent street to our castle homess I had been thinking about my father and his business friendss My so called Uncle Jackie had long ago left my father, because of political veagons, He had been more: involved with the man named Hammerigan, Not that Hammerigan had given Uncle Jackie more power, than he had given my father, It was just that Uncle Yackle and Hammerigan were cloger in their way of thinking, Ihéy were both power seers and very tightly ven tae: ote ts - involved with the cin idhtes My father was not, He had been set up by Hammerigan, This was certainly trues 5ut he was not a wheeler dealers He was acbasicly honest ~ i many whose honestly was used for profits During the time when they were making gaap1a acennnen illegal my father was losing a great deal of moneys His association with Hammerigan grew in distance, Hammerigan was being sgoautibegill by the Senates. for income tax é@vasiow and asked my father to interchange properties with him for protection, When my father said nog Uncle Jackie quickly severed his association with my father. I lay themy bed thinking of the vieiousness of that twisted world, and fell off:to sleep, I was standing in my fathers offices It was very dark, with a single light ae ~ / _

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Walking back toward Dani with the sense that a change is coming, the narrator drifts into a later dream-framed memory of his father, Uncle Jackie, Hammerigan, the jukebox business, Senate trouble, and an old betrayal over a property swap.

The motion inward continues, but now family business replaces street theater as the source of corruption and dread. The father is drawn as more basically honest than the others, which makes the coming dream feel less like accusation than inheritance.

Claude

The dream-sequence preamble: Michael thinks about Hammerigan's setup of his father and the political reasons Uncle Jackie left; he falls asleep in bed and finds himself in his father's dark office beneath a single beam of light.