Chapter 25—A, HW
When I got to the Tombs, the first thing I heard was: “What did you get, Piri?”
“What happened, kid?”
“How’d you make out?”
Everybody wants to know your bit, big or small, maybe to measure his hope by it.
“I got fifteen bolos,” I yelled. I said it in despair but with pride in my ability to do so.
“Tough,” or “Not so bad,” came some replies.
The upstairs cooed, “Ah tol’ you so.”
“Go screw yourselves,” I shouted.
I lit up a cigarette, dragged deeply, and lay back. At least the waiting was over. I knew where I stood.
What did everyone ask Piri?
What were some peoples’ replies?
How did the people upstairs respond?
What kind of conflict is in this passage?
Chapter 25—B, HW
When I got to the Tombs, the first thing I heard was: “What did you get, Piri?”
Everybody wants to know your bit, big or small, maybe to measure his hope by it.
“I got fifteen,” I yelled. I said it in despair but with pride.
“Tough,” or “Not so bad,” came some replies.
The upstairs cooed, “Ah tol’ you so.”
“Go screw yourselves,” I shouted.
I lit up a cigarette and lay back. At least the waiting was over. I knew where I stood.
What did everyone ask Piri?
How did the people upstairs respond?
What kind of conflict is in this passage?
Chapter 25—C, HW
When I got to the Tombs, the first thing I heard was: “What did you get, Piri?”
Everybody wants to know your bit.
“I got fifteen,” I yelled. I said it in despair but with pride.
“Tough,” or “Not so bad,” came some replies.
The upstairs cooed, “Ah tol’ you so.”
I lit up a cigarette and lay back. At least the waiting was over. I knew where I stood.
What did everyone ask Piri?
What kind of conflict is in this passage?
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