“Itcouldnothappentwice.Doyouthinkyoufiy-five？”

“Iorderone.”

“Ohat’stwodollarsandahalf.Whoweborrowthatfrom？”

“That’seasy.Ialwaysborrowtwodollarsandahalf.”

“IthinkperhapsItoo.ButItrynottoborrow.Firstyouborrow.Thenyoubeg.”

“Keepwarmoldman，”theboysaid.“Rememberweareiember.”

“Themonthwhenthegreatfishe，”theoldmansaid.“AnyonebeafishermaninMay.”

“Igonowforthesardiheboysaid.

Whentheboycamebacktheoldmanwasasleepinthechairandthesunwasdowooktheoldarmyblaoffthebedandspreaditoverthebackofthechairaheoldman’sshoulders.Theywerestrangeshoulders，stillpowerfulalthoughveryold，andtheneckwasstillstrongtooandthecreasesdidnotshowsomuchwhentheoldmanwasasleepandhisheadfallenforward.Hisshirthadbeenpatchedsomanytimesthatitwaslikethesailacheswerefadedtomanydifferentshadesbythesun.Theoldman’sheadwasveryoldthoughandwithhiseyesclosedtherewasnolifeinhisface.Theneerlayacrosshiskneesandtheweightofhisarmhelditthereintheeveningbreeze.Hewasbarefooted.

Theboy
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