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A new guy by the name of sonu had moved into the neighborhood and he and his friend Kenny Nails would come round, hands in the pockets of their camel's hair overcoats, sneering at us and making fun Of the way we looked or dressed. They were especially critical of Cedric. "Tell your shoes to have a party and invite your pants down," they'd say, or they'd call him 'Seedric,' which they thought was particularly hilarious. They'd dig their hands into their pockets Overcoat, press their feet together, bend their knees and rotate their hips side to side like windshield wipers to show how hard they were laughing. Cedric just stood, half-open mouth, looking stunned. But his mouth was always half-open, he always looked stunned.

We'd noticed that way and the expression on his face never changed, but Figured it was because he did not want to make his mother more nervous about him than she already was. We never mentioned it, but it got on Barry Bogardus's nerves, and anything that bothered bothered Bogardus Kenny Nails. Barry was fourteen and big and strong and had a spike haircut on top and long hair on the sides slicked back into a 'duck's-ass. " None of us had ever seen a haircut like that before, or teen-aged boys in camel's hair overcoats, pegged gray flannel trousers and black loafers with shiny quarters stuck in the straps either. We thought of them as a major new experience for the neighborhood, because we did not know the Germans were Gassing Jews at Auschwitz or that their submarines were sinking our ships off our coast or that they'd launched their attack on Stalingrad.

Kenny Nails had a tough face, spoke without moving his lips, and always had a cigarette dangling from his mouth movie gangster-style. We were not afraid of him, but Barry's father was a big bookmaker, Barry was on the football team at Horace Mann and had already beaten up two guys from Columbus Avenue. Everybody was afraid of Barry including me. One day he and Kenny Nails were watching Cedric pick up marbles and stick them into his side pocket and I saw Bogardus whisper something. Kenny Nails nodded and did his windshield wiper laugh. Bogardus walked over to where Cedric was sitting on the curb and kicked the toe of his black loafer into Cedric's marble bulging pocket. The whole big bulge erupted forth marbles and went bouncing all across 88th Street. "Hock Scramble!" a kid named Red called and the marble shooters ran over to snatch Cedric's Marbles.

If nobody called "Hock Scramble" you were supposed to give them back, but once somebody called it you were allowed to keep any you picked up It was a rule meant for kids when dropped a few marbles accidentally. Nobody had ever intentionally kicked a kid's pocket before and no previous Hock Scramble had ever been on anything like that scale. Bogardus and Kenny Nails shoved their hands into their pockets Overcoat, bent their knees and shook their hips to laugh at the kids diving for Cedric's Marbles, and still at the blank expression on Cedric's face. That made me hate Barry as much as I hated the Japs and Germans. A guy his size and age was not supposed to kick the pocket of a kid Cedric's size. But I was afraid to say anything so I just picked up as many as I could and gave them back to Cedric. He did not protest, his blank expression did not change. From then on, he just kept his pocket zipped. He picked up marbles, held them in his tan Woolen glove, looked round for Bogardus, Kenny Nails or any other potential pocket-kicker. If the coast was clear, he unzipped his pocket, put in the marbles and zipped it up again. It reminded me of what Blue Book had said about kids with cigar boxes turning into bankers. I could not see Cedric as a banker, but I could see him as the proprietor of a drug store in a bad neighborhood. If he got held up, he would not protest, the expression on his face would not change. He'd just lock the door, and from that time on, open it only for customers he recognized.

The Way Things Used To Be, marble season
A new type with the name of Barry Bogardus had in the neighborhood, and he and his friend Kenny Nails would lap, her hands in the pockets of their camel-hair coats, sneering at us and making fun of the way we looked or dressed.

They were especially critical of Cedric. "Tell your shoes have a party and invite your pants down," she would say, or would it "Seedric" which she thought was very funny. They would dig their hands in their coat pockets, press the feet together, knees bend and rotate their hips and forth like windshield wipers to show how hard they are laughing.
Cedric stood, mouth half open, looking stunned. But his mouth was always half open, he always looked stunned. We look forward to that and how the expression on his face does not change, but it was presented because he did not want to his mother more nervous about him than it already was. We never mentioned, but it has Barry Bogardus on the nerves, and everything that bothers Bogardus bother Kenny Nails.

Barry was fourteen, and big and strong and had a spike haircut and long hair on the sides slicked back to a "duck's-ass." None of us ever had a haircut like that or teenage boys at the age of the camel hair coats, paired gray flannel trousers and black loafers with shiny quarters either stuck in the belt. We thought of it as an important new experience for the neighborhood, because we did not know the Germans were gassing Jews at Auschwitz or that their U-boats were sinking our ships from our coast and launched, that their attack on Stalingrad.

Kenny Nails had a hard face, spoke without his lips, and always had a cigarette dangling from his mouth-style gangster movie. We are not afraid of him, but Barry's father was a bookmaker, Barry was the football team from Horace Mann beaten and had two guys from Columbus Avenue. Everyone was afraid of me, Barry.

One day he and Kenny Nails were just Cedric marble collect and hold it in his pocket on this side and I saw something Bogardus whisper. Kenny Nails nodded and made his wipers laugh.

Bogardus went where Cedric sat on the curb and came to his toe in black loafer Cedric's bulging marble bag. The whole large bulge and broke her marble went bouncing all over 88th Street.

"Hock Scramble!" a child named Red, and the marble-shooters ran to snatch Cedric's Marbles. If nobody as "Hock Scramble" They were returned to them, but as soon as someone called it allows you to view all you picked up. It was usually for children fell when a couple of marbles accidentally. Nobody had ever intentionally took a child from his pocket and without prior Hock had ever been wrangling over something that scale.
Bogardus and Kenny Nails pushed their hands in their coat pockets, bent his knees and shook her hips to laugh at the children diving for Cedric's marble, and the blank expression on the face Cedric.

That made me hate Barry so much as I hated the JAP and Germans. A man of his size and age was not on the pocket of a child kick Cedric size. But I was afraid to say so I went back as many as I could and gave it back to Cedric.
He did not protest his blank expression does not change. From then on, he kept his bag zipped. He took marble instead Tan in his woolen glove, looked round for Bogardus, Kenny Nails or any other potential pocket kicker. When the coast was clear, he unzipped his bag, in the marble-and zipped it again.

It reminded me of what Blue Book had said about children with Zigarrenkisten turning into bankers. I could not see Cedric as a banker, but I could see him as the proprietor of a pharmacy in a poor neighborhood. If he has, he would not protest, the expression on his face would not change. He would be only the door, and from that moment on, open it only for customers he recognized.