We didn't go to Jackson either.
Darl.
I hear the cow a long time, clopping on the street.
Then she comes into the square.
She goes across the square, her head down clopping .
She lows.
There was nothing in the square before she lowed, but it wasn't empty.
Now it is empty after she lowed.
She goes on, clopping .
She lows.
My brother is Darl.
He went to Jackson on the train.
He didn't go on the train to go crazy.
He went crazy in our wagon.
Darl She has been in there a long time.
And the cow is gone too.
A long time.
She has been in there longer than the cow was.
But not as long as empty.
Darl is my brother.
My brother Darl.
Dewey Dell comes out.
She looks at me.
"Let's go around that way now," I say.
She looks at me.
"It aint going to work," she says.
"That son of a bitch."
"What aint going to work, Dewey Dell?"
"I just know it wont," she says.
She is not looking at anything.
"I just know it."
"Let's go that way," I say.
"We got to go back to the hotel.
It's late.
We got to slip back in."
"Cant we go by and see, anyway?"
"Hadn't you rather have bananas?
Hadn't you rather?"
"All right."
My brother he went crazy and he went to Jackson too.
Jackson is further away than crazy
"It wont work," Dewey Dell says.
"I just know it wont."
"What wont work?" I say.
He had to get on the train to go to Jackson.
I have not been on the train, but Darl has been on the train.
Darl.
Darl is my brother.
Darl.
Darl.