But the child must always be given an answerHe rouses himself, concentrates and says without certainty, It is so we will lastHe speaks again, wholly lucid for a momentWe are a harried people, beset by oppressorsWe must always journey from disaster to disaster, and it makes us stronger and weaker than other men, makes us love and hate the other Juden more than other menWe have suffered so much that we know how to endureWe will always endure
The boy understands almost nothing of this, but he has heard the words and they engrave a memory which perhaps he will exhume laterHe looks at his grandfather, at the wrinkled corded hands and the anger, the febrile intelligence, in his pale old-man's eyesIt is the only word Joey Goldstein absorbsAlready he has forgotten most of the shame and fear of his beatingHe fingers the plaster on his temple, wonders if he can go out to play

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There is the candy store in the East Side, which fails, and another which fails, and still anotherThere are movements: to the Bronx, back to Manhattan, to candy stores in BrooklynThe grandfather dies, and the mother is alone with Joey, settles at last in a candy store in Brownsville with the same front window that slides open painfully, the same dust on the candy
By the time he is eight and nine and ten, Joey is up at five in the morning, sells the papers, the cigarettes, to the men going to work, leaves at seven-thirty himself for school, and is back in the candy store again until it is almost time for bedAnd his mother is in the store almost all day long
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Look at the knockers on her, Murray says
Joey smiles uncomfortably, sits among the dozen other youths on the stoop, watches the foliage of the Brooklyn trees rustle in contented bourgeois rhythms over his head
She got a rich father, Riesel says
And two steps farther down, they are arguing about batting averagesWhadeya mean? I know, ya wanta bet on it? Listen, that was the day I woulda made sixteen bucks if Brooklyn wonI had Hack Wilson picked for two for five to bring him up to 81 and Brooklyn to win, and he did three for four only they dropped it to the Cubs 7-2 and I lostWhadeya handing me ya want to bet on it?
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Oh, I don't know, somehow I never can concern myself properly with baseball
Another girl wiggles by in the Brooklyn gloaming, and Riesel, the card, stalks after her, moving like an apeWheeeeeeh, he whistles, and her heels tap in the coquettish mating sounds of the bird flying away for only this night
What bumpers on her

You don't belong to the Panthers, do you, Joey? says the girl sitting next to him at the party
No, but I'm familiar with them all, nice fellows, he saysIn this year, his nineteenth, out of high school, he is cultivating a blond mustache which will not take
I heard Larry is getting married
And Evelyn too, Joey says
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