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"
Well
,
Jesus
,
what
can
you
do
?
If
a
guy
wants
a
cup
of
coffee
on
a
cold
night
,
you
can
’
t
let
him
down
because
he
hasn
’
t
got
a
lousy
nickel
.
"
The
customer
chuckled
.
"
Well
,
twenty
cups
of
coffee
is
a
dollar
,
Al
.
You
’
ll
fold
up
if
you
go
about
it
that
way
.
Coming
,
Will
?
"
The
two
got
up
and
paid
their
checks
and
walked
out
.
Al
came
around
the
corner
and
followed
them
to
the
door
and
slid
it
more
tightly
closed
.
Then
he
walked
back
down
the
counter
and
leaned
over
toward
Mac
.
"
Who
are
you
guys
?
"
he
demanded
.
He
had
fat
,
comfortable
white
arms
,
bare
to
the
elbows
.
He
carried
a
damp
cloth
with
which
he
wiped
and
wiped
at
the
counter
,
with
little
circular
movements
.
His
manner
of
leaning
close
when
he
spoke
made
every
speech
seem
secret
.
Mac
winked
solemnly
,
like
a
conspirator
.
"
We
’
re
sent
down
from
the
city
on
business
,
"
he
said
.
A
red
flush
of
excitement
bloomed
on
Al
’
s
fat
cheeks
.
"
Oho
-
o
.
That
’
s
just
what
I
thought
when
you
come
in
.
How
’
d
you
know
to
come
to
me
?
"
Mac
explained
.
"
You
been
good
to
our
people
,
and
we
don
’
t
forget
things
like
that
.
"
Al
beamed
importantly
,
as
though
he
were
receiving
a
gift
instead
of
being
bummed
for
a
meal
.
"
Here
,
wait
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
guys
probably
ain
’
t
ate
today
.
I
’
ll
sling
on
a
couple
of
hamburg
steaks
.
"
"
That
’
ll
be
swell
,
"
Mac
agreed
enthusiastically
.
"
We
’
re
just
about
starved
.
"
Al
went
to
his
ice
-
box
and
dug
out
two
handfuls
of
ground
meat
.
He
patted
them
thin
between
his
hands
,
painted
the
gas
plate
with
a
little
brush
and
tossed
down
the
steaks
.
He
put
chopped
onions
on
top
and
around
the
meat
.
A
delicious
odor
filled
the
room
instantly
.
"
Lord
,
"
said
Mac
.
"
I
’
d
like
to
crawl
right
over
this
counter
and
nest
in
that
hamburger
.
"
