“Let’s go around that way now,” I say.
She looks at me. “It ain’t going to work,” she says. “That son of a bitch.”
“What ain’t going to work, Dewey Dell?”
“I just know it won’t,” she says. She is not looking at anything. “I just know it.”
“Let’s go that way,” I say.
“We got to go back to the hotel. It’s late. We got to slip back in.”
“Can’t we go by and see, anyway?”
“Hadn’t you rather have bananas? Hadn’t you rather?”
“All right.” My brother he went crazy and he went to Jackson too. Jackson is further away than crazy
“It won’t work,” Dewey Dell says. “I just know it won’t.”
“What won’t work?” I say. He had to get on the train to go to Jackson. I have not been on the train, but Darl has been on the train. Darl. Darl is my brother. Darl. Darl