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and whose leaves do not fall. Whoever sees them will not experience death. I, Arcadio, have memorized this, do you hear how good is my habla, Oyente , do you hear how good is my grande speaking, just as I have learned by my heart the stories to read in La Biblia Blanca . Edna Pappas said him you will take me there to those trees when I have one thousand dollars in my sock. Unless, said Silvestro to his sister, you will have grown so old. That’s why, answered Edna Pappas, I have to work very hard and with only rich johns. But Edna Pappas never got out of the China Boy to go to Montana to the hidden five trees, you wan hear? She waited too long. I used to tell her you better go now Edna Pappas and not PRO-CRAS-TI-NATE , but she kept waiting. I need one thousand dollars in my sock before I go, she said. But in a fight with her own brother she was stabbed by him under her tongue in her throat. Shut up! Silvestro yelled. Stop your goddamned words! Edna Pappases words was not stopped, though, but stayed on the ceiling because no one ever knew they was there but me. She was in the M’s at the time of her stabbing. This was the immortality of Edna Pappas— palabras grandiosas on the ceiling of the China Boy , in a house of whores on a whore wharf.
    When the white book was handed to me I went with it to Eddy and said what is this book? The Bible said he. The word written down of God. Show me how to read it I said. Eddy was not courteous to do it and besides since he was un ateo atheist; but I said you are my friend how did you read who learned you how to read? And Eddy said what good did it do me? Por favor Eddy I says, for your mother’s sake. Her? said Eddy. Eddy was so bitter at everything. But he loved me and I give him the promise of tenderness, to touch me sometime because I knew how lonesome the pore Dwarft was and how he loved me, and because he could read. As a swap for reading out to me I let him handle me. Eddy was a hot little lonely Dwarft and I loved God and wanted to read his words. That was the bargain.
    Our first lesson went sweet and I listened to the Dwarft read right out about the making of the world, of the moon and of the stars and waters. His little goose voice. He was surprising gentle when we studied reading together, surprising sweet and did have la paciencia . But he would not believe the stories of the book, he said. Why you hate God so much? I asked him. God is posiblemente a Dwarft, had you ever thought? Eddy Gonzales laughed so much and rolled like a clown and rocked his big head in his little hands and then stopped quiet and said, and maybe He is a half-man half-woman, and rolled and laughed and rocked his big head some more; and when he stopped I says, maybe. What’s so fuckin funny?
    At night when the Show was through and I was alone in my wagon with Junipero Perro the sweet white Mescan jumping dog, I told out from my Biblia Blanca as if I was areading it. I got más y más astounded, more and more. Junipero Perro was a very quiet oyente listener. God may be a white Mescan jumping dog, I says to him. And as the Show rode all day on the road toward another town, I told out from the white book like Eddy had read it to me. Sometimes I read out from it to my friends Eddy and Josie Ella in the chow tent, but of course not the old Shanks. Sometimes they intently listened, sometimes they was restless. I told them they could never set still like I had to in the Show. You jump and roll all over, I told Eddy the Dwarft, you don know about staying still; and you, I said, Josie Ella, you thrash and fling at your xylophone. I have to stay still, in the gazing stillness. Now let me read out and let me make some sound from my throat, for God’s sake, I am not a mudo I have a tongue and can speak. But Eddy the Dwarft answered to me tell it in church I am an atheist why would I want to believe in a God that made a Dwarft with one of his hands like the fin of a fuckin fish? Well I says this