"
He clattered down the slate treads of the stairs. He fairly
vaulted out of doors. He stopped, startled.
Across the ragged vacant lots to the west a vast sunset
processional marched down the sky. It had not been visible from
their flat, which looked across East River to the tame grassy
shore of a real-estate boomer's suburb. "Gee!" he mourned,
"it's the first time I've noticed a sunset for a month! I used
to see knights' flags and Mandalay and all sorts of stuff in
sunsets!"
Wistfully the exile gazed at his lost kingdom, till the October
chill aroused him.
But he learned a new way to cook eggs from the proprietor of the
delicatessen store; and his plans for spending the evening
playing pinochle with Nelly, and reading the evening paper
aloud, set him chuckling softly to himself as he hurried home
through the brisk autumn breeze with seven cents' worth of
potato salad.
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