A Summer's Reading - Cloze 3

Gap-fill exercise

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For a few weeks Mr. Cattanzara asked no questions but his silence made George a little . For a while George didn't pass in front of Mr. Cattanzara's house any more, until one night, forgetting himself, he it from a different than he usually did when he did. It was already midnight. The street, for one or two people, was , and George was surprised when he saw Mr. Cattanzara still reading his newspaper by the light of the street lamp overhead. His was to stop at the stoop and talk to him. He wasn't sure what he wanted to say, though he felt the words would come when he began to talk; but the more he thought about it, the more the idea him, and he decided he'd not. He even it home by another street, but he was too near Mr. Cattanzara, and the change maker might see him as he ran, and get . So George crossed the street, trying to make it seem as if he had to look in a store window on the other side. He feared Mr. Cattanzara would from his paper and call him a dirty rat for walking on the other side of the street, but all he did was sit there, through his undershirt, his head shining in the light as he read his Times, and upstairs his fat wife out of the window, seeming to read the paper along with him.
George made up his mind to stay away from the change maker until he had got some of his softback books read, but when he started them and saw they were mostly story books, he lost his interest and didn't to finish them. He lost his interest in reading other things too. Sophie's magazines and newspapers went . She saw them up on a chair in his room and asked why he was no longer looking at them, and George told her it was because of all the other reading he had to do. Sophie said she had guessed that was it. So for most of the day, George had the radio on, turning to music when he was sick of the human voice. He kept the house neat, and Sophie said nothing on the days when he it. She was still kind and gave him his extra buck, though things weren't so good for him as they had been before.
But they were good enough, considering. Also his night walks picked him up, no matter how bad the day was. Then one night George saw Mr. Cattanzara coming down the street towards him. George was about to turn and run but he recognized from Mr. Cattanzara's walk that he was drunk, and if so, probably he would not even to notice him. So George kept on walking straight ahead until he came of Mr. Cattanzara and though he felt up enough to pop into the sky, he was not surprised when Mr. Cattanzara passed him without a word, walking slowly, his face and body still. George drew a in relief at his narrow , when he heard his name called, and there stood Mr. Cattanzara at his elbow, smelling like the inside of a beer . His eyes were sad as he gazed at George, and George felt so uncomfortable he was tempted to the drunk aside and continue on his walk.