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It's different with you," said Swenson. " "What for? She said you could go, didn't she? The Commissioner gave her that talk on patriotism and how you'd be a hero and set for life once you got back, and she said you could go. " "Adams is different. That wife of his should have been shot when she was born. Some women can make hell for a guy can't they? " "What's your kick, then? " Swenson sighed. " "You turned over your pay, it seems to me. I wouldn't do that for any woman. " "Money isn't it. I get to thinking out here.
The city manager fell silent almost automatically, and clambered up beside him. The cultivated land began, only a few meters away. Watching them were two—creatures. One, plainly, was a man; a naked man, the color of chocolate, with matted blue-black hair. He was standing at the handle of a single-bladed plow, which looked to be made of the bones of some large animal. The furrow that he had been opening stretched behind him beside its fellows, and farther back in the field there was a low hut. The man was standing, shading his eyes, evidently looking across the dusky heath toward the Okie city.
We're in now, so that means only ten. Seven of the ones that are placed are iced in. " "There's plenty to do yet. Don't forget the main jets at the other end. And the cables and the power lines. Sometimes I wonder if we'll make it. On the way out, it didn't bother me so much, but just now I was sitting at the controls and I was saying, 'We won't make it. ' It makes me feel—" He didn't explain how it made him feel. He just sat there. " "It's different with you," said Swenson. " "What for? She said you could go, didn't she?
Black Women in Sport by National Association for Girls and Women in Sport