Manuscripts/Mixed Material [Orphans Two]
Joe Savelli is a damned good bricklayer and stone mason - by his own admission. When he works he can earn six or eight dollars a day even in hard times, which would allow him plenty of change to jingle in the trouser pockets of his sixteen-fifty Sunday suit, save for the fact that he has a family to feed and clothe and put up under a roof and he doesn't get more than three solid months work out of a year. Joe Savelli is no spendthrift, therefore, He mopes around the house mostly, when he's not working, and writes to his Legion buddies or fools with the pesky carburetor on the engine of his secondhand jalopy or probes around his four room house until Mary, his wife, chases him out to save her bric-a-brac from destruction and at the same time save wear and tear on her nervous system. Then Joe goes out on the front porch, or anywhere in the shade, and sits in a chair and smokes a cigarette and watches the neighbors, who move languidly about the shacks in the settlement, or talks if anyone's around.
Joe Savelli sits there and talks, if anyone will listen, and I am there to listen to his life story. So he talks. He has just come from the store. It is past ten o'clock in the morning. The hot sun already is beginning to beat down on the red and unproductive land thereabout, which is given over almost entirely to the cultivation of corn, which at best grows sparsely. Savelli props his feet on the railing and leans back in his chair. Someone is rattling pans in the