“Sam? Samuel Hooker?” Pause. “Alvin Straight — you did say Alvin didn’t you, Preston?”
“Yeah, ma, heh.”
“Alvin Straight?” Your Mama pronounced more confidently toward the back of the tv store. “Samuel Hooker?”
I can’t face them, but I *gotta* face them,” experienced repairman Alvin Straight thinks just around the corner. If only Sam “Mr. Colored TV” Hooker would come out from hiding and *see* — actually *see* what’s in this thing. Truly understand the danger of what he has set forth into motion. Into *play*.
“Sam?” Your Mama calls again. “Alvin?”
Gotta go face them.
“A malfunctioning chip?” Your Mama questions. “What does that mean? How much will it cost to repair, Mr. Repairman?”
“I see lots of question marks,” replied Alvin Straight, shaking at what he estimates to be a ballpark figure.