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Mac
smiled
disarmingly
.
"
We
didn
’
t
know
there
was
guests
coming
.
"
He
stood
up
.
"
Here
,
take
some
of
it
.
"
The
man
gaped
at
Mac
for
a
moment
,
and
then
he
leaned
over
and
picked
up
the
whole
cushion
of
papers
.
Mac
touched
him
gently
on
the
shoulder
.
"
All
right
,
punk
,
"
he
said
in
a
monotone
.
"
Put
it
all
down
.
If
you
’
re
going
to
be
a
hog
you
don
’
t
get
none
.
"
The
man
dropped
the
paper
.
"
You
going
to
make
me
?
"
he
asked
.
Mac
dropped
daintily
back
,
balancing
on
the
balls
of
his
feet
.
His
hands
hung
open
and
loose
at
his
sides
.
"
Do
you
ever
go
to
the
Rosanna
Fight
Stadium
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Yeah
,
and
what
of
it
?
"
"
You
’
re
a
God
-
damn
liar
,
"
Mac
said
.
"
If
you
went
there
,
you
’
d
know
who
I
am
,
and
you
’
d
take
better
care
of
yourself
.
"
A
look
of
doubt
came
over
the
man
’
s
face
.
He
glanced
uneasily
at
the
two
men
who
had
come
with
him
.
One
stood
by
the
doorway
,
looking
out
at
the
moving
country
.
The
other
one
elaborately
cleaned
his
nostrils
with
a
bandana
and
inspected
his
findings
.
The
first
man
looked
at
Mac
again
.
"
I
don
’
t
want
no
trouble
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
just
wanted
a
little
bit
of
paper
to
sit
on
.
"
Mac
dropped
on
his
heels
.
"
O
.
K
.
,
"
he
said
.
"
Take
some
.
But
leave
some
,
too
.
"
The
man
approached
the
pile
and
picked
up
a
small
handful
.
"
Oh
,
you
can
have
more
than
that
.
"
"
We
ain
’
t
goin
’
far
,
"
said
the
man
.
He
settled
down
beside
the
door
and
clasped
his
legs
with
his
arms
,
and
rested
his
chin
on
his
knees
.
The
blocks
were
passed
now
,
and
the
train
gathered
speed
.
The
wooden
car
roared
like
a
sounding
-
box
.
Jim
stood
up
and
pushed
the
door
wide
open
to
let
in
the
morning
sunlight
.
He
sat
down
in
the
doorway
and
hung
his
legs
over
.
