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Now
don
’
t
be
sacrilegious
.
Easter
isn
’
t
over
.
"
"
Yes
’
tis
.
It
’
s
one
-
fifteen
.
"
"
Good
Lord
!
We
better
get
to
sleep
.
"
"
Ah
!
There
’
s
the
rub
—
Shakespeare
.
"
"
You
’
d
make
a
joke
about
anything
.
"
But
it
was
no
joke
.
The
misery
stayed
,
not
thought
about
but
aching
away
,
and
sometimes
I
would
have
to
ask
myself
,
Why
do
I
ache
?
Men
can
get
used
to
anything
,
but
it
takes
time
.
Once
long
ago
I
took
a
job
wheeling
nitroglycerin
in
a
dynamite
plant
.
The
pay
was
high
because
the
stuff
is
tricky
.
At
first
I
worried
with
every
step
I
took
,
but
in
a
week
or
so
it
was
only
a
job
.
Why
,
I
’
d
even
got
used
to
being
a
grocery
clerk
.
There
’
s
something
desirable
about
anything
you
’
re
used
to
as
opposed
to
something
you
’
re
not
.
In
the
dark
with
the
red
spots
swimming
in
my
eyes
,
I
inquired
of
myself
concerning
what
they
used
to
call
matters
of
conscience
,
and
I
could
find
no
wound
.
I
asked
whether
,
having
set
my
course
,
I
could
change
direction
or
even
reverse
the
compass
ninety
degrees
and
I
thought
I
could
but
I
didn
’
t
want
to
.
I
had
a
new
dimension
,
and
I
was
fascinated
with
it
.
It
was
like
discovering
an
unused
set
of
muscles
or
having
come
true
the
child
’
s
dream
that
I
could
fly
.
Often
I
can
replay
events
,
scenes
,
conversations
,
and
pick
up
from
the
repeat
details
which
escaped
me
at
first
showing
.
Mary
found
strangeness
in
Marullo
’
s
coming
to
the
house
with
candy
eggs
,
and
I
trust
Mary
’
s
sense
of
strangeness
.
I
had
thought
of
it
as
a
thanks
offering
because
I
had
not
cheated
him
.
But
Mary
’
s
question
made
me
reinspect
for
something
I
knew
but
had
passed
by
.
Marullo
did
not
reward
for
things
past
;
he
bribed
for
things
to
come
.
He
was
not
interested
in
me
except
in
so
far
as
I
could
be
of
use
to
him
.
I
went
back
over
his
business
instruction
and
the
talk
about
Sicily
.
Somewhere
he
had
lost
his
certainty
.
In
some
way
he
wanted
something
of
me
or
needed
something
.
There
was
a
way
to
find
out
.
If
I
should
ask
for
something
he
would
ordinarily
refuse
and
get
it
from
him
,
then
I
would
know
that
he
was
off
balance
and
deeply
troubled
.
I
put
Marullo
aside
and
went
to
Margie
.
Margie
—
that
gives
you
an
idea
of
her
age
.
"
Margie
,
I
’
m
always
dreaming
of
you
,
Margie
.
I
’
d
give
the
world
to
.
.
.
"
