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"
Now
what
?
"
Mary
demanded
.
"
Well
,
ask
him
in
.
"
"
I
did
.
He
wants
to
see
you
outside
.
"
"
Ethan
,
what
is
it
?
You
can
’
t
go
out
in
your
robe
.
It
’
s
Easter
Sunday
.
"
"
Allen
,
"
I
said
,
"
you
tell
Mr
.
Marullo
I
’
m
not
dressed
.
Tell
him
he
can
come
back
later
.
But
if
he
’
s
in
a
hurry
,
he
can
come
in
the
front
door
if
he
wants
to
see
me
alone
.
"
He
dashed
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
what
he
wants
.
Maybe
the
store
’
s
been
robbed
.
"
Allen
shot
back
.
"
He
’
s
going
around
front
.
"
"
Now
,
dear
,
don
’
t
you
let
him
spoil
your
breakfast
,
you
hear
me
?
"
I
went
through
the
house
and
opened
the
front
door
.
Marullo
was
on
the
porch
,
dressed
in
his
best
for
Easter
mass
,
and
his
best
was
black
broadcloth
and
big
gold
watch
chain
.
He
held
his
black
hat
in
his
hand
and
he
smiled
at
me
nervously
like
a
dog
out
of
bounds
.
