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[US] C. Himes ‘Prison Mass’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 166: He had ducked down the next cross street with the intention of giving the neighborhood the air.
at give somewhere the air (v.) under air, n.
[US] C. Himes ‘Prison Mass’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 167: He found everything on the up-and-up, and boy, was he relieved.
at on the up and up (adj.) under up-and-up, n.
[US] C. Himes ‘Prison Mass’ Coll. Stories (1990) 155: The Kid’s mother is dying, you ape.
at ape, n.
[US] C. Himes ‘Prison Mass’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 154: Well, where did he think you were going, down on the avenue?
at on the avenue under Avenue, the, n.
[US] C. Himes ‘Prison Mass’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 171: The physical pain had been [...] so intense that he hadn’t been able to speak — and the lousy dicks thinking he had just been too stubborn to bawl.
at bawl, v.1
[US] C. Himes ‘Prison Mass’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 156: If he couldn’t put the bee on Brightlights for the twenty-five bucks he was going to find out just how ex that pug really was.
at put the bee on (v.) under bee, n.1
[US] C. Himes ‘Prison Mass’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 167: He had almost taken another trip to Big Meadow because he hadn’t thought of that.
at Big Meadow, n.
[US] C. Himes ‘Prison Mass’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 160: It wasn’t the idea of religion that he got such a ‘boot’ out of as much as the idea that it had been perpetrated on untold millions of humans.
at boot, n.4
[US] C. Himes ‘The Way of Flesh’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 228: Jes a lil ole bracer, capn, wid all dat sorrow n all.
at bracer, n.1
[US] C. Himes ‘His Last Day’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 295: A sucker got in the way and I bumped him.
at bump, v.1
[US] C. Himes ‘His Last Day’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 300: He had known that he wouldn’t beat that last rap, cop-killing [...] He had known he would burn.
at burn, v.
[US] C. Himes ‘Prison Mass’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 167: Seven years, a natural — and all because a chippy blonde had mentioned a cocaine party, and he had been nuts about that blonde.
at chippie, n.1
[US] C. Himes ‘Prison Mass’ Coll. Stories (1990) 163: One could get umpteen years for clipping one bus.
at clip, v.1
[US] C. Himes ‘A Modern Marriage’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 120: He didn’t mind being a come-on for that night.
at come-on, n.
[US] C. Himes ‘Prison Mass’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 173: He stood up in a lousy pawn shop and let the law clip him like a ‘come-on’ doll clipping a farmer at a country fair.
at come-on, adj.
[US] C. Himes ‘Prison Mass’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 158: ‘The doctor said she had consumption.’ [...] ‘I wouldn’t believe one of those hick cross-bones if he said the sun was shining and I had on sun-glasses to keep out the glare.’.
at cross-bones (n.) under cross, adj.
[US] C. Himes ‘Prison Mass’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 167: All of a sudden four policemen drove up in a cruiser.
at cruiser, n.
[US] C. Himes ‘The Way of Flesh’ Coll. Stories (1990) 229: Ah tol him Ah know bout mother leaving shurance n he quit cryin n tellin me how much de funral cost.
at cry, v.
[US] C. Himes ‘His Last Day’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 292: He reviewed the chain of circumstances that led up to his present confinement in the death row.
at Death Row, n.
[US] C. Himes ‘Prison Mass’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 155: His voice was dull as a game of solitaire in a death house.
at death house (n.) under death, n.
[US] C. Himes ‘Prison Mass’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 171: Then had followed a third degree — the dirty rats. His feet handcuffed together, his body suspended head-downward from an open door, hanging from the chain across his ankles.
at third degree, n.
[US] C. Himes ‘Prison Mass’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 162: When he fell for ‘Chicken’ Gorman [...] he had dusted little Mae like lightning dusting a church steeple.
at dust, v.2
[US] C. Himes ‘Prison Mass’ Coll. Stories (1990) 167: He had driven across town to a garage where he could fence the bus.
at fence, v.
[US] C. Himes ‘Prison Mass’ Coll. Stories (1990) 161: Yes, he could easily diagnose her case — cooling of the heart [...] That was just her way of saying she was going to ‘freeze’.
at freeze, v.2
[US] C. Himes ‘His Last Day’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 298: Sure, he was going tonight. What the hell did he care? [...] ‘I guess you think that because a man is going to die he should be crying and praying, eh, brother,’ Spats sneered .
at go, v.
[US] C. Himes ‘Prison Mass’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 163: Or perhaps he would try ‘grifting’ again.
at grift, v.
[US] C. Himes ‘Prison Mass’ in Coll. Stories 165: The judge had given him five years to laugh it off. And then, when he had pulled that grind [etc].
at grind, n.
[US] C. Himes ‘Prison Mass’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 166: So he had decided to get back into the car and give it the gun.
at give it the gun (v.) under gun, n.1
[US] C. Himes ‘His Last Day’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 292: Why, the little sucker trembled so that he could hardly hold his arms above his shoulders, and just because a guy had a heat in his face.
at heat, n.
[US] C. Himes ‘Prison Mass’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 163: That was how her husband, ‘Slug’, had got hep to their little affair.
at get hep (v.) under hep, adj.
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