“Ain’t you got some cheaper kind a meat?”
“Soup bones,” he said. “Ten cents a pound.”
“But them’s jus’ bones.”
“Them’s jes’ bones,” he said. “Make nice soup. Jes’ bones.”
“Got any boilin’ beef?”
“Oh, yeah! Sure. That’s two bits a poun’.”
“Maybe I can’t get no meat,” Ma said. “But they want meat. They said they wanted meat.”
“Ever’body wants meat—needs meat. That hamburg is purty nice stuff. Use the grease that comes out a her for gravy. Purty nice. No waste. Don’t throw no bone away.”
“How—how much is side-meat?”
“Well, now you’re gettin’ into fancy stuff. Christmas stuff. Thanksgivin’ stuff. Thirty-five cents a poun’. I could sell you turkey cheaper, if I had some turkey.”