“You were never in Texas,” she says. He remembers the house on that strange treeless residential street, the green night growing up from the prairie, the flowers in the window, and says, “Absolutely I was.” “Doing what?” “Serving Uncle.” “Oh, in the Army; well that doesn’t count. Everybody’s been to Texas with the Army.” “You order whatever you think is good,” Rabbit tells Tothero.
“You were never in Texas,” she says.
He remembers the house on that strange treeless residential street, the green night growing up from the prairie, the flowers in the window, and says, “Absolutely I was.”
“Doing what?”
“Serving Uncle.”
“Oh, in the Army; well that doesn’t count. Everybody’s been to Texas with the Army.”
“You order whatever you think is good,” Rabbit tells Tothero.
