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and knew there was no fucking way he could move, that he was stuck here no matter what happened, even if them mutha fuckin rats come an start chewin up his ass there be no way he be movin so he continued to lean to his right and strain to hear somethin, anythin, that mean the old man be comin back but he be hearin nothin cept maybe there was some rat scratchin back there somewhere but he be movin enough to keep them yella fuckers from eatin his ass, he aint about to lay still an let them nasty fuckers eat his ass O krist, where that ol man be, must be nough time fo him to go downtown an back by now, damn that ol fool, but I be gettin them mutha fuckin spics, I be killin they asses when I get—what the fuck that? leaning and straining more, the sound confusing yet somehow familiar as it echoed through the deserted cellar, becoming increasingly familiar, reminding him of something and as it became louder and closer he realized it was wheels of some kind and he started to frown but the pain quickly stopped that so he just kept his head raised and peered into the darkness until he saw the old man, pulling a large, red wagon behind him.
    Moishe stopped in front of Bobby and smiled, So….Bobby obviously puzzled and staring at the wagon for a moment, then slowly raised his head as far as possible to try and see the old mans face, but couldnt see above his chin. Moishe smiled, So…youre sitting, Im pulling—Moishe shrugging and kneeling and pushing the wagon against Bobby and holding it with a knee as he helped Bobby move and get in the wagon, the wagon tipping and starting to move as Bobby sat on the edge and almost fell down, Moishe holding the wagon and Bobby and suddenly Moishe started laughing as an old silent comedy flashed through his mind where a wagon kept tipping and rolling and Chaplin or Keaton, or someone slapsticked around with the wagon for 10 minutes and Bobby asked him what the fuck he be laughin at as he stretched across the wagon, the wagon tipping and Bobby slowly sliding down on the cement floor and Moishe shook his head and blinked away the tears of his laughter and put his foot against the wheel and helped Bobby roll over and eventually sit in the wagon. Moishe looked at him, fighting laughter, smiling, then lifted Bobbys legs and placed them in the wagon and Bobby sat there seeing himself sitting in a wagon like a kid, feeling like a fool, but hurting too bad to say anything. Moishe continued looking at Bobby for a moment, smiling, then picked up the handle, So…we go for a ride, ya? Bobby managed to raise his head, a faint smile in his eyes, Yo bes be drivin careful or I bus yo ass—and Moishe smiled and Bobby heard a giggle go through his head and maybe even it made a sound.
    When the doctor finished examining Maria, medicating her burns and replacing the bandages, he wrote several prescriptions, then took the 2 women to the hall to explain to them what would be done for Maria and the prognosis.
    The grandmother clutched her daughters arm, watching her as she listened to the doctor. He told them that the burns were very serious, but he felt certain Marias eyes were alright, and when he said this both women blessed themselves and thanked the Blessed Virgin and Jesus, a few tears rolling down the cheeks of the old woman and the mother nodded, Si, si, muchos gracias ; then the doctor hurriedly explained that he could not tell them exactly what would happen, at this time, that they would have to wait until her face was healed sufficiently before they could determine what additional treatment would be needed, trying not to show his impatience as Marias mother struggled to understand his words and what they meant, then translating for the grandmother, but he could not keep from looking at his watch from time to time, trying to remember to smile at the women who looked puzzled and frightened as they stared at him, then each other, and he tried to explain skin grafts but the more he did the more panicked the