"i rubbered around," said pugsy, "an' done de sleut' act, an' it's this way. dere's a feller blows in every t'ursday 'bout six o'clock, an' den it's up to de folks to dig down inter deir jeans for de stuff, or out dey goes before supper. i got dat from my kid frien' what knows a kid what lives dere. an' say, he has it pretty fierce, dat kid. de kid what lives dere. he's a wop kid, an italian, an' he's in bad 'cos his pa comes over from italy to woik on de subway."