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He
put
the
gun
down
on
the
bar
,
and
when
he
turned
away
,
she
grabbed
it
,
running
out
of
the
apartment
.
She
got
down
the
stairs
and
into
the
car
before
he
caught
up
to
her
.
Just
as
she
pulled
away
from
the
curb
,
he
jumped
on
the
hood
and
glared
at
her
through
the
windshield
with
a
look
of
rage
in
his
face
.
He
had
what
looked
like
a
screwdriver
in
his
hand
,
and
he
was
banging
it
on
the
glass
.
She
stopped
the
car
,
got
out
and
gave
him
the
gun
back
.
He
took
it
and
went
back
inside
without
a
word
.
She
drove
home
,
assuming
it
was
over
between
them
.
Later
that
evening
,
Allen
went
to
Grilli
s
and
ordered
a
hot
"
Stromboli
hero
"
sandwich
—
Italian
sausage
,
provolone
cheese
and
extra
tomato
sauce
—
to
go
.
He
watched
the
counter
man
wrap
it
,
steaming
hot
,
in
aluminum
foil
and
put
it
into
a
white
paper
bag
.
Back
at
the
apartment
,
he
set
the
paper
bag
on
the
counter
and
went
to
the
bedroom
to
change
his
clothes
.
He
felt
like
painting
tonight
.
He
kicked
his
shoes
off
and
walked
into
the
closet
,
bending
over
to
find
his
slippers
.
As
he
stood
up
,
he
banged
his
head
on
the
shelf
and
slumped
down
,
angry
and
dazed
.
The
closet
door
had
swung
shut
behind
him
.
He
tried
to
push
the
door
open
,
but
it
was
stuck
.
"
Oh
,
Christ
!
"
he
muttered
as
he
jumped
up
and
hit
his
head
again
.
.
.
Ragen
opened
his
eyes
to
find
himself
holding
his
head
and
sitting
on
the
floor
amid
a
pile
of
shoes
.
He
rose
,
kicked
the
door
open
and
looked
around
.
He
was
annoyed
.
These
mix
-
up
times
were
becoming
more
upsetting
and
confusing
every
day
.
At
least
he
had
gotten
rid
of
that
woman
.
He
wandered
through
the
apartment
,
trying
to
sort
things
out
.
If
he
could
only
reach
Arthur
,
perhaps
he
could
find
out
what
was
going
on
.
Well
,
what
he
did
need
was
a
drink
.
He
walked
into
the
kitchen
and
noticed
the
white
paper
bag
on
the
counter
.
He
didn
’
t
remember
seeing
it
there
before
.
He
glared
at
the
bag
suspiciously
and
pulled
out
a
bottle
of
vodka
from
under
the
bar
.
While
he
was
pouring
it
over
ice
,
he
heard
an
odd
noise
coming
from
the
bag
.
He
backed
away
and
stared
as
it
moved
gently
,
leaning
to
one
side
.
When
the
bag
moved
again
,
he
let
out
his
breath
slowly
and
backed
up
.
He
remembered
a
defanged
cobra
he
had
once
left
in
a
paper
bag
in
front
of
a
slumlords
door
as
a
warning
.
Perhaps
this
one
was
not
defanged
.
He
put
his
hand
up
to
the
top
of
the
refrigerator
behind
him
and
felt
for
his
gun
.
He
pulled
it
down
quickly
,
took
aim
and
fired
.
The
paper
bag
flew
off
the
counter
against
the
wall
.
He
ducked
behind
the
bar
and
peered
over
it
cautiously
,
keeping
the
gun
trained
on
the
bag
.
It
lay
on
the
floor
.
Very
carefiilly
,
he
walked
around
the
bar
and
used
the
barrel
of
the
gun
to
rip
open
the
top
of
the
bag
.
There
he
saw
the
bloody
mess
,
jumped
back
and
fired
a
second
time
,
yelling
,
"
I
shoot
you
again
,
you
bastard
!
"
He
kicked
it
a
few
times
,
but
when
it
didn
’
t
move
,
he
opened
it
and
stared
inside
in
disbelief
at
the
tomato
-
sauce
-
and
-
cheese
sandwich
with
a
big
hole
in
it
.
