Jim looked at the meat. "Where did you get this?" "They all went to the butcher shop," said Mae. "I tried to take it back, but the butcher says he gave it to her." "It's a steak," said Rosy. "It'll fix your face."
Jim held the thick steak up. He could almost smell it, hear it cooking. He went down on his knees to speak to his daughter— fighter to fighter. "Rosy, we have to eat this."
But Rosy shouted, "No! You have to put it on your face." Jim knew that it was useless to argue. He lay back and placed the cool steak across his eyes. He waited a few seconds, and then lifted one edge of the meat.
Jay turned to his mother. "Do the announcer's voice, Mom." "Come on, Mae," said Jim with a smile. "Do the announcer." Mae's voice became loud. "Introducing the holder of the amateur title for light heavyweight and heavyweight. . . from New Jersey . . . the future heavyweight champion of the world . . . James J. Braddock."
Jim looked at the meat. "Where did you get this?" "They all went to the butcher shop," said Mae. "I tried to take it back, but the butcher says he gave it to her." "It's a steak," said Rosy. "It'll fix your face."Jim held the thick steak up. He could almost smell it, hear it cooking. He went down on his knees to speak to his daughter— fighter to fighter. "Rosy, we have to eat this."But Rosy shouted, "No! You have to put it on your face." Jim knew that it was useless to argue. He lay back and placed the cool steak across his eyes. He waited a few seconds, and then lifted one edge of the meat.Jay turned to his mother. "Do the announcer's voice, Mom." "Come on, Mae," said Jim with a smile. "Do the announcer." Mae's voice became loud. "Introducing the holder of the amateur title for light heavyweight and heavyweight. . . from New Jersey . . . the future heavyweight champion of the world . . . James J. Braddock."
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