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Gonna
leave
a
quarter
each
for
Mae
.
Fifteen
cents
for
pie
an
’
coffee
an
’
a
dime
for
Mae
.
An
’
they
ain
’
t
tryin
’
to
make
her
,
neither
.
Sitting
together
on
the
stools
,
spoons
sticking
up
out
of
the
coffee
mugs
.
Passing
the
time
of
day
.
And
Al
,
rubbing
down
his
griddle
,
listening
but
making
no
comment
.
Bing
Crosby
’
s
voice
stops
.
The
turntable
drops
down
and
the
record
swings
into
its
place
in
the
pile
.
The
purple
light
goes
off
.
The
nickel
,
which
has
caused
all
this
mechanism
to
work
,
has
caused
Crosby
to
sing
and
an
orchestra
to
playthis
nickel
drops
from
between
the
contact
points
into
the
box
where
the
profits
go
.
The
nickel
,
unlike
most
money
,
has
actually
done
a
job
of
work
,
has
been
physically
responsible
for
a
reaction
.
Steam
spurts
from
the
valve
of
the
coffee
urn
.
The
compressor
of
the
ice
machine
chugs
softly
for
a
time
and
then
stops
.
The
electric
fan
in
the
corner
waves
its
head
slowly
back
and
forth
,
sweeping
the
room
with
a
warm
breeze
.
On
the
highway
,
on
66
,
the
cars
whiz
by
.
"
They
was
a
Massachusetts
car
stopped
a
while
ago
,
"
said
Mae
.
Big
Bill
grasped
his
cup
around
the
top
so
that
the
spoon
stuck
up
between
his
first
and
second
fingers
.
He
drew
in
a
snort
of
air
with
the
coffee
,
to
cool
it
.
"
You
ought
to
be
out
on
66
.
Cars
from
all
over
the
country
.
All
headin
’
west
.
Never
seen
so
many
before
.
Sure
some
honeys
on
the
road
.
"
"
We
seen
a
wreck
this
mornin
’
,
"
his
companion
said
.
"
Big
car
.
Big
Cad
’
,
a
special
job
and
a
honey
,
low
,
cream
-
color
,
special
job
.
Hit
a
truck
.
Folded
the
radiator
right
back
into
the
driver
.
Must
a
been
doin
’
ninety
.
Steerin
’
wheel
went
right
on
through
the
guy
an
’
lef
’
him
a
-
wigglin
’
like
a
frog
on
a
hook
.
Peach
of
a
car
.
A
honey
.
You
can
have
her
for
peanuts
now
.
Drivin
’
alone
,
the
guy
was
.
"
Al
looked
up
from
his
work
.
"
Hurt
the
truck
?
"
"
Oh
,
Jesus
Christ
!
Wasn
’
t
a
truck
.
One
of
them
cut
-
down
cars
full
a
stoves
an
’
pans
an
’
mattresses
an
’
kids
an
’
chickens
.
Goin
’
west
,
you
know
.
This
guy
come
by
us
doin
’
ninety
—
r
’
ared
up
on
two
wheels
just
to
pass
us
,
an
’
a
car
’
s
comin
’
so
he
cuts
in
an
’
whangs
this
here
truck
.
Drove
like
he
’
s
blin
’
drunk
.
Jesus
,
the
air
was
full
of
bed
clothes
an
’
chickens
an
’
kids
.
Killed
one
kid
.
Never
seen
such
a
mess
.
We
pulled
up
.
Ol
’
man
that
’
s
drivin
’
the
truck
,
he
jus
’
stan
’
s
there
lookin
’
at
that
dead
kid
.
Can
’
t
get
a
word
out
of
’
im
.
Jus
’
rum
-
dumb
.
God
Almighty
,
the
road
is
full
a
them
families
goin
’
west
.
Never
seen
so
many
.
Gets
worse
all
a
time
.
Wonder
where
the
hell
they
all
come
from
?
"
"
Wonder
where
they
all
go
to
,
"
said
Mae
.
"
Come
here
for
gas
sometimes
,
but
they
don
’
t
hardly
never
buy
nothin
’
else
.
People
says
they
steal
.
We
ain
’
t
got
nothin
’
layin
’
around
.
They
never
stole
nothin
’
from
us
.
"
