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She said to the younger of the truck drivers, Where are you in from?
Missouri, both men said.
Are you from the United States? she asked.
I am, the older man said. Philadelphia. Got three kids there. The oldest is eleven.
buy in china wholesale Listen, Juliana said. Is it -- easy to get a good job back there?
The younger truck driver said, Sure. If you have the right color skin. He himself had a dark brooding face with curly black hair. His expression had become set and bitter.
He's a wop, the older man said.
Well, Juliana said, didn't Italy win the war? She smiled at the young truck driver but he did not smile back. Instead, his somber eyes glowed even more intensely, and suddenly he turned away.
I'm sorry, she thought. But she said nothing. I can't save you or anybody else from being dark. She thought of Frank. I wonder if he's dead yet. Said the wrong thing; spoke out of line. No, she thought. Somehow he likes Japs. Maybe he identifies with them because they're ugly. She had always told Frank that he was ugly. Large pores. Big nose. Her own skin was finely knit, unusually so. Did he fall dead without me? A fink is a finch, a form of bird. And they say birds die.
Are you going back on the road tonight? she asked the young Italian truck driver.
Tomorrow.
If you're not happy in the U.S. why don't you cross over permanently? she said. I've been living in the Rockies for a long time and it isn't so bad. I lived on the Coast, in San Francisco. They have the skin thing there, too.
Glancing briefly at her as he sat hunched at the counter, the young Italian said, Lady, it's bad enough to have to spend one day or one night in a town like this. Live here? Christ -- if I could get any other kind of job, and not have to be on the road eating my meals in places like this -- Noticing that the fry cook was red, he ceased speaking and began to drink his coffee.
The older truck driver said to him, Joe, you're a snob.
You could live in Denver, Juliana said. It's nicer up there. I know you East Americans, she thought. You like the big time. Dreaming your big schemes. This is just the sticks to you, the Rockies. Nothing has happened here since before the war. Retired old people, farmers, the stupid, slow, poor. . . and all the smart boys have flocked east to New York, crossed the border legally or illegally. Because, she thought, that's where the money is, the big industrial money. The expansion. German investment has done a lot. . . it didn't take long for them to build the U.S. back up.
The fry cook said in a hoarse angry voice, Buddy, I'm not a Jew-lover, but I seen some of those Jew refugees fleeing your U.S. in '49, and you can have your U.S. If there's a lot of building back there and a lot of loose easy money it's because they stole it from those Jews when they kicked them out of New York, that goddam Nazi Nuremberg Law. I lived in Boston when I was a kid, and I got no special use for Jews, but I never thought I'd see that Nazi racial law get passed in the U.S., even if we did lose the war. I'm surprised you aren't in the U.S. Armed Forces, getting ready to invade some little South American republic as a front for the Germans, so they can push the Japanese back a little bit more --
Both truck drivers were on their feet, their faces stark. The older man picked up a ketchup bottle from the counter and held it upright by the neck. The fry cook without turning his back to the two men reached behind him until his fingers touched one of his meat forks. He brought the fork out and held it.
Juliana said, Denver is getting one of those heat-resistant runways so that Lufthansa rockets can land there.
None of the three men moved or spoke. The other customers sat silently.
Finally the fry cook said, One flew over around sundown.
It wasn't going to Denver, Juliana said. It was going west, to the Coast.
By degrees, the two truck drivers reseated themselves. The older man mumbled, I always forget; they're a little yellow out here.
The fry cook said. No Japs killed Jews, in the war or after. No Japs built ovens.
cheap china wholesale electronics wholesale china electronics Too bad they didn't, the older truck driver said. But, picking up his coffee cup, he resumed eating.