He went in and took a drink or two from a bottle of whiskey he kept under his couch and usually only used as a remedy for toothache. Killing himself would put him at one with Roscoe, Janey, Joe--and the horse. I 'spect they'd catch me if I tried that, Pea said. But when Clara laughed at him and gave him her finger to hold he would stop frowning and gurgle happily.
He rose to his feet but did not exactly straighten up. He gave things that no one else could give. He didn't come in the saloon much, that I remember. It was a terrible sight.
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