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hoping to see a disturbance. "These goddam Communist foreigners!" the peeler man screamed. "I got this crowd together!" He stopped, realizing there was a crowd.
                "Listen folks," he said, "one at a time, there's plenty to go around, just don't push, a half a dozen peeled potatoes to the first person stepping up to buy." He got back behind the card table quietly and started holding up the peeler boxes. "Step on up, plenty to go around," he said, "no need to crowd."
                Haze didn't open his tract. He looked at the outside of it and then he tore it across. He put the two pieces together and tore them across again. He kept re-stacking the pieces and tearing them again until he had a little handful of confetti. He turned his hand over and let the shredded leaflet sprinkle to the ground. Then he looked up and saw the blind man's child not three feet away, watching him. Her mouth was open and her eyes glittered on him like two chips of green bottle glass. She had a white gunny sack hung over her shoulder. Haze scowled and began rubbing his sticky hands on his pants.
                "I seen you," she said. Then she moved quickly over to where the blind man was standing now, beside the card table, and turned her head and looked at Haze from there. Most of the people had moved off.
                The peeler man leaned over the card table and said, "Heyl" to the blind man. "I reckon that showed you. Trying to horn in."
                "Lookerhere," Enoch Emery said, "I ain't got but a dollar sixteen cent but I..."
                "Yah," the man said, "I reckon that'll show you you can't muscle in on me. Sold eight peelers, sold..."
                "Give me one of them," the blind man's child said, pointing to the peelers.
                "Hanh," he said.
                She was untying a handkerchief. She untied two fifty- cent pieces out of the knotted corner of it. "Give me one of them," she said, holding out the money.
                The man eyed it with his mouth hiked to one side. "A buck fifty, sister," he said.
                She pulled her hand in quickly and all at once glared at Hazel Motes as if he had made a noise at her. The blind man was moving on. She stood a second glaring at Haze, and then she turned and followed the blind man. Haze started.
                "Listen," Enoch Emery said, "I ain't got but a dollar sixteen cent and I want me one of them..."
                "You can keep it," the man said, taking the bucket off the card table. "This ain't no cut-rate joint."
                Haze could see the blind man moving down the street some distance away. He stood staring after him, jerking his hands in and out of his pockets as if he were trying to move forward and backward at the same time. Then suddenly he thrust two dollars at the man selling peelers and snatched a box off the card table and started running down the street. In a second Enoch Emery was panting at his elbow. "My, I reckon you got a heap of money," Enoch Emery said.
                Haze saw the child catch up with the blind man and take him by the elbow. They were about a block ahead of him. He slowed down some and saw Enoch Emery there. Enoch had on a yellowish white suit and a pinkish white shirt and his tie was the color of green peas. He was smiling. He looked like a friendly hound dog with light mange. "How long you been here?" he inquired.
                "Two days," Haze muttered.
                "I been here two months," Enoch said. "I work for the city. Where you work?"
                "Not working," Haze said.
                "That's too bad," Enoch said. "I work for the city." He skipped a step to get in line with Haze, then he said, "I'm eighteen year old and I ain't been here but two months and I already work for the city."
                "That's fine,"