working. The fat man in the corner turned a page. What do they think I came in here for? Rayber thought. They couldn't have forgotten. He waited, hearing the noises flies make and the mumble of the men talking in the back. The fat man turned another page. Rayber could hear George's broom slowly stroking the floor somewhere in the shop, then stop, then scrape, then.... "You er, still a Hawkson man?" Rayber asked the barber.
"Yeah!" the barber laughed. "Yeah! You know I had forgot. You was gonna tell us why you are voting for Darmon. Hey Racy!" he yelled to the fat man, "come over here. We gonna hear why we should vote for Boy Blue."
Roy grunted and turned another page. "Be there when I finish this piece," he mumbled.
"What you got there, Joe?" one of the men in the back called, "one of them goodgovermint boys?"
"Yeah," the barber said. "He's gonna make a speech."
"I've heard too many of that kind already," the man said.
"You ain't heard one by Rayber," the barber said. "Rayber's all right. He don't know how to vote, but he's all right."
Rayber reddened. Two of the men strolled up. "This is no speech," Rayber said. "I only want to discuss
