Thedoorofthehousewheretheboylivedwasunlockedandheopeandwalkedilywithhisbarefeet.Theboywasasleeponathefirstroomandtheoldmancouldseehimclearlywiththelightthatcameinfromthedyingmooookholdofogentlyauntiltheboywokeandturnedandlookedathim.Theoldmannoddedaookhistrousersfromthechairbythebedand，sittingonthebed，pulledthemon.

Theoldmaoutthedoorandtheboycameafterhim.Hewassleepyandtheoldmanputhisarmacrosshisshouldersandsaid，“Iamsorry.”

“Quéva.”theboysaid.“Itiswhatamanmustdo.”

Theywalkeddowntheroadtotheoldman’sshadallalongtheroad，inthedark，barefootmenweremoving，carryisoftheirboats.

Whentheyreachedtheoldman’sshacktheboytooktherollsoflihebasketandtheharpoonandgaffandtheoldmancarriedthemastwiththefurledsailonhisshoulder.

“Doyouwantcoffee？”theboyasked.

“We’llputthegeariasome.”

Theyhadcoffeefromdensedmilksatanearlymplacethatservedfishermen.

“Howdidyousleepoldman？”theboyasked.Hewaswakingupnowalthoughitwasstillhardforhimtoleavehissleep.

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