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"
I
don
’
t
think
anything
before
I
see
it
,
"
said
Mac
.
"
I
just
wondered
why
a
guy
can
’
t
close
up
his
own
joint
for
an
hour
,
if
he
wants
to
.
"
"
Well
,
the
guys
that
eat
early
"
ll
be
here
in
an
hour
.
"
"
You
could
get
back
in
an
hour
.
"
Al
fidgeted
.
"
I
don
’
t
think
my
old
man
’
ll
do
it
.
He
’
s
got
to
look
out
for
himself
,
don
’
t
he
?
"
"
Well
,
he
ain
’
t
been
jumped
yet
.
How
do
you
know
what
’
ll
happen
?
"
A
chill
was
creeping
into
Mac
’
s
voice
,
a
vague
hostility
.
Al
picked
up
a
rag
and
mopped
around
on
the
counter
.
His
nervous
eyes
came
to
Mac
’
s
and
darted
away
and
came
back
.
At
last
he
stepped
close
.
"
I
’
ll
do
it
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
’
ll
just
pin
a
little
card
to
the
door
.
I
don
’
t
think
my
old
man
’
ll
do
it
,
but
I
’
ll
take
you
out
there
.
"
Mac
smiled
broadly
.
"
Good
guy
.
We
won
’
t
forget
it
.
Next
time
I
see
any
stiff
with
a
quarter
,
I
’
ll
send
him
in
to
get
one
of
your
steaks
.
"
"
I
give
a
nice
dinner
for
the
money
,
"
said
Al
.
He
took
off
his
tall
cook
’
s
hat
and
rolled
down
his
shirt
sleeves
,
and
turned
the
gas
off
under
the
cooking
plate
.
Mac
finished
his
food
.
"
That
was
good
.
"
Jim
had
to
bolt
his
dinner
not
to
be
late
.
"
I
got
a
little
car
in
the
lot
behind
here
,
"
said
Al
.
"
Maybe
you
guys
could
just
follow
me
;
then
I
don
’
t
get
into
no
trouble
and
I
’
m
still
some
good
to
you
.
"
