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«
Well
,
some
bread
.
»
«
Right
here
.
Fine
big
loaf
,
fifteen
cents
.
»
«
That
there
’
s
a
twelve
-
cent
loaf
.
»
«
Sure
,
it
is
.
Go
right
in
town
an
’
get
her
for
twelve
cents
.
Gallon
a
gas
.
What
else
can
I
sell
you
,
potatoes
?
»
«
Yes
,
potatoes
.
»
«
Five
pounds
for
a
quarter
.
»
Ma
moved
menacingly
toward
him
.
«
I
heard
enough
from
you
.
I
know
what
they
cost
in
town
.
»
The
little
man
clamped
his
mouth
tight
.
«
Then
go
git
’
em
in
town
.
»
Ma
looked
at
her
knuckles
.
«
What
is
this
?
»
she
asked
softly
.
«
You
own
this
here
store
?
»
«
No
.
I
jus
’
work
here
.
»
«
Any
reason
you
got
to
make
fun
?
That
help
you
any
?
»
She
regarded
her
shiny
wrinkled
hands
.
The
little
man
was
silent
.
«
Who
owns
this
here
store
?
»
«
Hooper
Ranches
,
Incorporated
,
ma
’
am
.
»
