They work in silence for a while, and then Frank stops and tips his white cap back.
"Hey, Gimp, think Charlie could learn to bake rolls?" Gimp leans an elbow on the worktable. "Why don't we just leave him alone?"
"No, I mean it, Gimp—seriously. I bet he could learn something simple like making rolls."
The idea seems to appeal to Gimpy who turns to stare at Charlie.
"Maybe you got something there. Hey, Charlie, come here a minute."
As he usually does when people are talking about him, Charlie has been keeping his head down, staring at his shoelaces.
He knows how to lace and tie them. He could make rolls.
He could learn to pound, roll, twist and shape the dough into the small round forms.
Frank looks at him uncertainly. "Maybe we shouldn't, Gimp. Maybe it's wrong.
If a moron can't learn maybe we shouldn't start anything with him."
"You leave this to me," says Gimpy who has now taken over Frank's idea. "I think maybe he can learn.
Now listen, Charlie. You want to learn something? You want me to teach you how to make rolls like me and Frank are doing?"
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