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I have not wished to open the container until you were ready.

I've been asking you to,the boy told him gently.

I know.But this is in bottles,Hatuey beer,and I take back the bottles.

must give him something more than the belly meat then.

I'll give him the belly meat of a big fish,the old man said.

I thanked him already,the boy said.You don't need to thank him.

The two sets of knives and forks and spoons were in his pocket with a paper-napkin wrapped around each set.

Black beans and rice,fried bananas,and some stew.

Then live a long time and take care of yourself

the boy said.You'll not fish without eating while I'm alive.

have,”the old man said getting up and taking the newspaper and folding it.

Supper,said the boy.We're going to have supper.

The old man opened his eyes and for a moment he was coming back from a long

said and put his hand on one of the old man's knees.

The boy left him there and when he came back the old man was still asleep.

The newspaper lay across his knees and the weight of his arm held it there in the evening breeze.

and with his eyes closed there was no life in his face.

His shirt had been patched so many times that it was like the sail and the patches were faded to many different shades by the sun.

still powerful although very old,and the neck was still strong too and the creases did not

Anyone can be a fisherman in May.

off the bed and spread it over the back of the chair and over the old man's shoulders.

When the boy came back the old man was asleep in the chair and the sun was down.