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"
What
was
it
?
"
I
looked
in
the
bag
—
colored
candy
Easter
eggs
.
We
had
a
big
square
glass
jar
of
them
at
the
store
.
"
He
brought
a
present
for
the
kids
,
"
I
said
.
"
Marullo
?
Brought
a
present
.
I
can
’
t
believe
it
.
"
"
Well
,
he
did
.
"
"
Why
?
He
never
did
anything
like
that
.
"
"
I
guess
he
just
plain
loves
me
.
"
"
Is
there
something
I
don
’
t
know
?
"
"
Duck
blossom
,
there
are
eight
million
things
none
of
us
know
.
"
The
children
were
staring
in
from
the
open
back
door
.
I
held
out
the
bag
to
them
.
"
A
present
from
an
admirer
.
Don
’
t
get
into
them
until
after
breakfast
.
"
As
we
were
getting
dressed
for
church
,
Mary
said
,
"
I
wish
I
knew
what
that
was
all
about
.
"
"
Marullo
?
I
’
ll
have
to
admit
,
darling
,
I
wish
I
knew
what
it
was
all
about
too
.
"
