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"
Oh
,
Christ
.
Who
knows
?
I
don
’
t
know
.
You
know
her
when
she
gets
all
tanked
up
and
rarin
’
to
go
.
I
don
’
t
know
.
She
may
have
just
—
"
"
You
call
the
Ellenbogens
?
"
the
gray
-
haired
man
asked
.
"
Yeah
.
They
’
re
not
home
yet
.
I
don
’
t
know
.
Christ
,
I
’
m
not
even
sure
she
left
with
them
.
I
know
one
thing
.
I
know
one
goddam
thing
.
I
’
m
through
beating
my
brains
out
.
I
mean
it
.
I
really
mean
it
this
time
.
I
’
m
through
.
Five
years
.
Christ
.
"
"
All
right
,
try
to
take
it
a
little
easy
,
now
,
Arthur
,
"
the
gray
-
haired
man
said
.
"
In
the
first
place
,
if
I
know
the
Ellenbogens
,
they
probably
all
hopped
in
a
cab
and
went
down
to
the
Village
for
a
couple
of
hours
.
All
three
of
’
em
’
ll
probably
barge
—
"
"
I
have
a
feeling
she
went
to
work
on
some
bastard
in
the
kitchen
.
I
just
have
a
feeling
.
She
always
starts
necking
some
bastard
in
the
kitchen
when
she
gets
tanked
up
.
I
’
m
through
.
I
swear
to
God
I
mean
it
this
time
.
Five
goddam
-
"
"
Where
are
you
now
,
Arthur
?
"
the
gray
-
haired
man
asked
.
"
Home
?
"
"
Yeah
.
Home
.
Home
sweet
home
.
Christ
.
"
"
Well
,
just
try
to
take
it
a
little
—
What
are
ya
—
drunk
,
or
what
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
How
the
hell
do
I
know
?
"
