Suttree by Cormac McCarthy

through dark shoppers in a market ripe with sweat and the incendiary breath of splo drinkers, wide white teeth and laughter and cupshot eyeballs. Beyond the grocery cases a long trestle of beerdrinkers. An old woman thickly mantled in rags mumbled something incoherent at his ear in passing. He leaned on the meatcase and waited.
    A pocked black face peered at him over the top of the counter through racks of packaged sausage and porkskins.
    I've got four fresh buglemouth, Suttree said.
    Lessee.
    He handed up the limp package. The dark butcher unrolled it and looked the fish over and placed them in his bloodstained balance. Foteen pound, he said.
    All right.
    How come you aint never got no catfish?
    I'll try and get you some.
    Folks astin all the time: Where yo catfish at? Aint none, that's all.
    I'll see if I can get you some.
    Dollar twelve.
    Suttree held out his hand for the money.
    Out in the baking street with the bills wadded together in the toe of his pocket he swung along whistling. He went up Vine to Gay Street and along the walk by pawnshop windows. Wares to find a thousand trades. Consulting with his image in the glass he studied a display of knives. Come in, come in. A round and shirtsleeved merchant from the doorway. Suttree moved along. Late noon traffic pushed sluggishly through the heat and trolleys clicked past dimly dragging sparks from the wires overhead.
    He cruised the cool wooden dimestore aisles, eyeing the salesgirls. He revolved into the perfumed and airconditioned sanctuary of Miller's. A cool opulence available to the most pauperized. Up the escalator to the second floor. Holt was standing with his hands clasped in the small of his back like an usher at a funeral. He wore a shoehorn in his waistband and a small grin.
    He didnt make it today.
    Thanks, said Suttree.
    He went down the escalator and into the street again.
    Jake the rack stood with his hands in the change of his apron, tilling the coins. He spat enormously and dark brown toward a steel spittoon and stepped to a table where the balls were being shucked up from the pockets and a player was pounding the floor with his cue. He called back over his shoulder: He just left, him and Boneyard. I think they went to eat. Jim's drunk.
    He saw them in the rear of the Sanitary Lunch, J-Bone and Boneyard and Hoghead all three, bleary figures gesturing beyond the fogged glass. He went in.
    Jimmy the Greek speared up meat from his gasping trypots and forked the slabs onto thick white plates. He adjusted salads with his thumb and wiped away drips of gravy with his apronskirt. Suttree waited at the counter. The fans that hung from the stamped tin ceiling labored in a backwash of smoke and steam.
    The Greek was blinking at him.
    Two hamburgers and a chocolate milk, Suttree said.
    He nodded and scratched the order on a pad and Suttree went on to the back of the cafe.
    Here's old Suttree.
    Come here and set down, Sut.
    Scoot over, Hoghead.
    Suttree looked them over. What are you all doing?
    I'm tryin to get well, said J-Bone.
    How do you feel?
    I feel like I need a drink.
    Suttree looked at Hoghead. A halfcrazed grin spread over Hoghead's freckled face. Suttree looked from one to the other of them. They were all drunk.
    You sons of bitches havent been to bed.
    Early Times, called out J-Bone.
    J-Bone's crazy, Hoghead said.
    Boneyard's black eyes darted about from one to the other.
    The Greek set down a glass of water and a carton of milk and an empty glass.
    Bring us another Coke, Jimmy, J-Bone said.
    He nodded, collecting dishes.
    Suttree took a drink of the water and poured the water into the empty glass and opened the milk and poured it into the cold glass and sipped it. J-Bone was fumbling around under the seat. When the Greek came back he straightened up and cleared his throat loudly. The Greek set down a plate with two hamburgers and a Coke with a glass of ice and shuffled off again. Suttree lifted the sandwiches open and poured salt and pepper. The meat was