away with it, as they try and look angelic afterwards so nobody would suspect.
âI think I got the idea from old Ben Harley,â I said. âHeâs got a gun.â
âYes, youâre right,â Peggy said. âHe has, hasnât he? Heâs got that old harpooner. And if he goes on drinking that private stash of his the way he does, heâs going to end up shooting himself in the foot.â
âWould that hurt?â I asked, wondering if we might hear Ben Harley yelling when he finally got round to shooting himself in the foot, even though his island was quite some distance away.
âWhat do you think, Martin?â
âIt would hurt.â
âIt would hurt like hell. Heâll end up walking round on a wooden leg, if heâs not careful. Though no doubt it would match his wooden brain.â
âThought we werenât supposed to use words like hell, Peggy.â
âNo, kiddo. Youâre not to use words like hell. I get to use them whenever I like.â
âWhyâs that, Peggy? Isnât that like donât do as I do but do as I â?â
âNo it isnât. Itâs not do as I say at all. I donât want you saying as I say, or youâll end up a foul-mouthed hick from the way-backs, and when you get to City Island theyâll think youâre a little savage â which, going by that gun there, they may have some grounds for supposing.â
âSo whyâs it all right for you to say words like hell, Peg, and not me?â
âBecause Iâm one hundred and twenty years old and Iâve paid my dues and youâre not and you havenât.â
âSo when Iâm a hundred and twenty years old and Iâve paid my dues can I say words like hell then?â
âYou seem to be saying them now, far as I can hear.â
âI mean, can I go saying them on a regular basis?â
âMartin, if you ever get to be my age, you can swear like a trooper all day long. You have my permission.â
âWill you give me a note saying I can do that?â
âThe hell I will.â
âYouâre saying it again, Peggy.â
âIâve got provocation.â
âWhat?â
âYou. You and that damn toy gun.â
âYouâve gone and said damn now, Peggy.â
âThe hell I have.â
âNo, you did. I heard you say it.â
âMartin, find something else to play with, canât you? I donât like guns.â
âBut youâve got a harpooner too. Hidden away. Iâve seen it.â
âReally? Well, two things about that. One, what are you doing rummaging about in my hidden-aways?â
âI came upon it by accident.â
âThe hell you did. Two, that harpooner is for emergencies only, big emergencies. I donât like guns, Martin. Not even pretend ones. You play at war and soldiers and shooting things, next thing you know youâre all grown up and you are a soldier and you
are
shooting things. Only, after youâve pulled the trigger, what you pointed the gun at doesnât get up.â
âOh, I was only passing the time, Peg.â
âI know. I know youâre a good person at heart, Martin. Itâs just sometimes playing at something is conditioning, preparation, you might say, for the real thing.â
âWell, Iâll throw it away then.â
âNo, you donât have to do that. Iâm not forbidding it. You play with it as much as you like.â
âI donât really want to any more.â
âWell, you want to come and help me go rock-combing?â
âYes, OK. Think weâll find anything today?â
âYou never know.â
So I just left the piece of wood by the coast there and we went rock-combing â which is searching the rocks for whatever the wind and solar tide might have brought in. Most of itâs rubbish, but you occasionally find useful stuff.
Anyhow, what put me in mind of
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